I have the worlds’ best family.
My mother only has words of encouragement for me when her physical touch isn’t possible becos of the 8000 miles in between us. She is my source of guidance and strength. Sometimes I look at her and wonder how such a petite body can hold such a fierce character inside. She’s one of the strongest people I know, second being my father.
My dad has this everything-is-a-small-matter attitude towards everything and anything in life. All through the years for as long as I could remember through all my surgeries, heartaches, problems at school, stresses in life, he’ll always tell me :” These are the little things, they’re not important. You are the most important, you and your health matters the most.”
My sister loves and looks up to me in ways I know but sometimes forget. When we were kids, she used to cry whenever I was punished for being naughty and mom would scold her for being silly and that it wasn’t even her being punished. But she would say in return with tears streaming down her cheeks :” But that’s jie jie …”
I have the best family anyone could ever ask for. It’s not perfect there are times we all want to kill one another, for a million different reasons. But when it comes down to the big stuff, we’re there. We’re always there for each other. And I don’t know what I would do w/o any of them.
I miss my family. And I cannot wait to be back home for good this time. If there’s one thing that this education has taught me, I cannot live away from my family. I used to think I could just move away, seeks adventures on my own aboard. But I know now that I cannot and that life is wherever they are.
Everyone misses home when they’re ill. It’s like as if being sick makes us vulnerable and reminds us of the time we were kids, when our parents would take care of us and do everything in their power to make us feel better, to soothe away the discomfort and pain.
I don’t think I’ve missed home as much as I have these past three days since the start of my overseas education. It’s not just a home sick feeling. It’s a yearn to be back in the arms of my family. A comfort that only being amongst my family again can bring.
Home seems so near and yet so far. I wanna go home so bad so I’ve decided to cut short my leisure time in palmy and head home three days after my trip back from Queenstown. I’m coming home soon. Even though I wish it could be sooner.
The mind and heart go to interesting places when under the influence of alcohol. Places you may not have expected, emotions you may usually ignore. DIRECTOR’…
And in that moment, he realized, this is exactly what he’d been searching for all along, yet never knew could exist until that moment. He was happy.
The years of uncertainty, the nights of loneliness, the reckless decisions, the irrational moments of fleeting triumph.
It all made sense now, and from the vantage point of retrospect, it all seem necessary, so that he could be exactly where he was, happy.
We’ll all get there.
Stay-in Sunday. Way too much work to get done! When can I have my life back? Right in a months time!!
I’m sure this won’t be my last. I’m not ashamed of my decisions nor do I regret them. I’m just afraid that the people who truly matter to me won’t approve of them or be able to see the reasons why I’ve made them. Acceptance is something I know I will eventually get from them, it’s just a matter of how.
Regardless, I’m glad to have taken this step and I’m grateful for the opportunity to have accomplish yet another one of my goals in life(:
Remembering that I once said if its not gonna last, I would rather have never met / let it happen at all.