Being home is a very humbling experience for me, very personally.
Being home reminds me of where I came from. The adversities, happiness and love I left behind.
Being home keeps my feet securely on the ground. It keeps my head cool and my heart warm. It reminds me how easy it is to be spoilt by luxury and comfort.
I always get the anxiety when I am headed home. My mind turns into a hodgepodge of thoughts and imaginations of what have changed. This time, the anxiety was a bit more complicated.
My grandma won her battle with colon cancer while I was away. Some of my cousins and friends have gotten married, and some, broken up.
Being home reminds me of what it was like being poor.
It really reminds me what are important in my life and how the hell did I get to where I am at today. It also helps to have modest parents who constantly remind me that the most important thing in life is to be happy. They never bothered knowing the details of what I've been doing, they only wanted to know that I am doing well.
My mum only told me one thing, carpe diem. Accept what I can't change, change what I can change and be wise enough to know the difference. As long as I am not doing anything ethically or morally wrong, she doesn't care what I'm doing.
Being home reminds me of what makes me happy.
I can be earning all the money in the world, but when it boils down to happiness, my friends and family make me happiest. They mean the world to me.
Being home reminds me of who I was. A poor, filthy young boy with a big dream, wanting to break the stereotypes.
Being home reminds me of what love is. How it feels like to be surrounded by people who can love me unconditionally. The warmth and familiarity I've missed out for 2 whole years.
Being home is like eating your childhood favourite lolly. The invisible familiarity and comfort that puts an immediate silly smile on your face. People might not understand it but you don't care.
I miss home.
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I don't do many linking love but this kid had me rolling on the floor laughing my arse off the whole night so go check out Edward (what a lame name) if you can and show him some love. He's a bit love-deprived.