Dilemma! This year, it's my turn to balik kampung. But my wife? She’s already dropping hints, trying to negotiate her way back to her kampung instead. "Sayang, you know my kampung is more meriah. The kids, the food, the chaos—Raya there just feels alive." I get it. Her kampung is like a festival—cousins everywhere, non-stop makan, sembang-sembang sessions. Meanwhile, mine? Quiet. Simple. No big gatherings, just a kinda hambar celebration. But it's still home. [1]