home sweet home
Friday, April 28th, 2006it struck me a few times that i dont really know where my "home" is.
Issit here in hostel? in singapore? … not really … not exactly a "home" yet. Its just a place to stay, a temporary state i’ll be in for 2 years. im getting used to staying here, but its not home. not quite.
Some people say home is with your family. but that cant apply to me, i mean… where do you consider home when ur family is in 5 different countries? do i "pick" one member of the family, and say where he/she stays is my "home"? i doubt it. and anyway, i havent even stayed in the houses/apartments/flats of 3 of my family members. In which case, those places definately cannot be counted as home.
Home is where your heart is. mmmm… my heart is split… and theres noone (family, i mean) back in kuching, my hometown. A lota friends are there tho, but its getting fewer now kuchingites are going to kl, england, states, etc to further thier studies. Sitiawan has been a "home" for my form 4 & 5 years, but its not quite the same now that my dad shifted to vietnam and i shifted to singapore. A home? yeah. MY home? Now? ummm. im not so sure. not now. not anymore.
so, where then is my "home" ?
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… but i suppose it doesnt really matter, really. even tho i sometimes feel like a plant uprooted and not yet planted back. i guess its that transition phrase of my life, where ive left my parents but cannot yet support myself. And transitions are supposed to be confusing.
even so, i would like a place, to put my anchor. a safe harbour, to rest.
searching for a place to call home…
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guess for now, ill regard home as whereever im staying at that moment. makes things less confusing. it not really the same tho, ive never had this problem before. maybe its just that im not living with my parents. maybe.
living on your own is much overrated.
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