I’m on my way to London, to begin a new adventure which I hope would worth my Easter break. Things are looking ban-ban now. I’ve started my adventure before the journey itself.
It’s only four in the morning and the road is rather quiet. Suddenly, I miss home.
I’m at the stop centre, back home it’s called R&R. I remember driving for almost 4 hours from my university to home every summer holiday. My dad would sit on the passenger sit and my mom would sit at the back with my younger siblings. I felt like it’s my duty since they drove from home to my uni.
As I scroll down the online pictures, I came across a post of my favourite place to hang out with my sibs.
It’s undeniable that I’ve been wanting to study abroad since I was little. The excitement to witness the four seasons (winter mainly) and be in a different community were probably the biggest reasons that drove my desire.
But, living in a different country, or in fact moving to new surroundings, teaches you to be appreciative.
I don’t know. I suddenly reminisced the times when I had fun with my siblings. We went out to the mall, impromptu. I drove them to IKEA just to eat the infamous meatballs and chicken wings. Then, we would loiter around the exhibition hall, taking pictures and imagining how to decorate spaces in our house and then crush (read:put on hold) the dream when we see the pricetag.
Or on another occasion, we laid down in front of the television and laughed our hearts out watching our favourite game shows, screaming “put it on pause!” when one of us needed to go to the loo or for whatever reason that required us to move away from the TV.
And on the weekends, my sister would chase everyone out for a jog at the park. We’d run/jog/walk/cycle for an hour or two, then scurried our way to the nearest mamak stall and ordered boiled eggs, fried noodle and nasi lemak – what are the odds?
These are the precious memories which I cherish every now and then.
If there’s anything I can ask of you, love and appreciate your family.
Till then, may peace be upon you.