tonight i bid farewell...
tonight i bid farewell to my childhood bedroom and tomorrow i will cherish a new one.
Time flies really fast; and if there's one thing constant with it, it is change. Change is constant no matter what we do. It is one thing in life that we have to deal whether it is good or bad. Tomorrow, my family and i are moving to our newly furbish old "real" house. I am excited for it and at the same time it is sad to think that i am leaving my so-called "childhood room" also tomorrow. i have lived almost all my life in our family ancestral house eversince our old "real" house got burned. To be honest, I can't even remember existing in our old "real" house because it got burned when i was still very young.
My memory existed and developed here in our "family ancestral house". I have lived my whole life in this house and it is sad to think that all my memories are in here. i basically grew up here, 85% of my existence and personhood reflects all my memories in this house. It is sad i am leaving...
Tomorrow... I can never be able to sleep again in my lazy bed since childhood. My room can never be the same as it was when i am the one staying in it. I can never be able to hang around and bum aroundas I wander alone daydreaming inside the same room I grew old at. I can never find my place of solitude and comfort in my old room the way I use to. I can never call my room "my little kingdom/home" like i always claim in my heart. I can never shed tears in silence again and I can never feel so comfortable in my old room as I use to be. And I can never feel its warm hug whenever i feel sad or happy inside it. I can never be... for tomorrow, my old room will be very different as it was before. Tomorrow, my "childhood room" will be half empty like the way i first arrive in it.
Our ancestral family house is what I have learned to love and call a home. I love this house and I cherish every bit of memory I had/have in this house. I became "me" in this house and my life spent in this house will always be cherished and kept in my heart.
I bid farewell to it and welcome a new "old house" in my heart. Yes, going back to our new old "real" house is exciting, eventhough my brains don't have memories from it. I see this change as a good one. A new room is waiting for me there. A new room I want to cherish like i did before. A new room that will hug me in times of solitude. A new room that I know will give me more cherished memories.
Maybe it is really time to have this change. A change that will open a new leap in my family's life. Saying farewell to what I am used to is hard, I know moving away from my comfort zone is also hard. But I also know that in time, my new room in my new place will give me another comfort zone like I used to have. So tonight, I bid farewell to my old room and welcome a new one tomorrow... :o)