Jul 3, 2020
Hometown
2nd July 2020
I forgot when was the last time I was back in hometown. Maybe sometime before Chinese New Year? Maybe last year? Yea…Too long. Thanks to the lockdown, half of 2020 is gone like that. Anyway, I’m back here after 4 hours of driving and a pitstop in Kampar to fetch my girlfriend. Brought my brother to the first Wing Zone in Malaysia. Ordered Anuar Burger and The Alley Milk Tea for take-away.
I seldom come back here. Mostly because I dislike the humid and hot weather. I’m not the kind of person who gets homesick. I miss home sometimes, but not to the extent that I need to go home. I left home to go study at the age of 18. Since then, I’m almost always out there. Maybe that’s how I became immune to homesick.
I will still miss home. I miss the food made by mom. I miss the stories told by my dad. I miss my small old attic room (now it’s half a storeroom). That attic is the place where I grew up, found my passion in reading, studied late into the night, discovered the music I like from the radio (the radio is still here).
I don’t go home during Mother's Day or Father's Day. In fact, I don’t purposely go home for any occasion other than Chinese New Year. I go home when I feel like going home. There is no need for any specific reason to go home. Home should be a place where we can go back to no matter what happened out there.
Nothing very special about coming back here but it feels peaceful. That is the familiar feeling I will never give up on.
