I almost always cried when I had to depart to Singapore after holiday. The thought of leaving my family behind was always very frightening to me. Home to me was simply the place where I spent the whole 15 years of my life at that point. Homesickness never hesitated to pay my heart a visit. The first 2 years of my education was rather painful but made better by a group of friends that went through the same hardship.
However, all that changed when I was enrolled as a junior college student. Making friends was a bit easier for me and there were much more people coming from Indonesia. It was so easy to feel that I actually belong there. I'm definitely not saying that my secondary school, no, it was definitely a good school with awesome people and teachers. It's just that there's something different with my JC experience. Coming back to Singapore was not as dreadful anymore, I actually anticipated coming back because there are just so many people to meet! Though the hostel and the school building are not as grand as the ones I experienced in secondary school, they are more 'homey' for me.
Coming back to the campus and the hostel to collect my results sure brings back a lot of fond memories. It has been certainly a pleasant trip down the memory but this has made me realize the real meaning of home. Home is where you feel at ease, where you can be yourself comfortably, where you are in the embrace of loved ones.
The song below, I think pretty much sums up my feeling in a more diluted (?) sense. I hope you enjoy this post.
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