Before going away~~
Today's the last full day I'll be in my country and I'm surprised of how much the thought hit me.
Japan had been my dream. Since I was a kid, I wished for me to get to this action-packed, highly-awesome country full of robots, Kamen Riders and Pokemons. When I got there 2 years ago, I got more ambitious and started wishing that I can live there. And tomorrow, I will finally live the dream.
But for some reason, I got up today wide-eyed like I just had a nightmare. The early morning light reached my eyes through the window and then I started looking around my room -- the small place I considered my cave/dumpsite/reflection sanctuary/relaxing place since forever. And then I started tearing up.
When I return from Japan (who knows when that'll be), I won't be coming back to this place anymore. It seems my family will be moving out at the start of next year and will transfer to another city. Something mom says will be something grander than the place we're currently at. I answered her, "but I never liked grand stuffs" with a pout. Seems I'm pretty loyal to this old house.
Just the other day, I did a thorough (in my standard) cleaning of the house while my family was away. I don't really know what got me to do the chore since I never did it before. And I mean never. Probably cleaning my room yeah but never the entire house. Just the thought of cleaning the alone exhausts me and will lead me to dismiss the idea. But for some odd reason, I started cleaning my room and doing the same to the other rooms, living room, kitchen, etc. It's funny how much I commented on the flooring that needs replacement, a paint job that will do wonders, irritated at the toys even in the narrowest corner of wherever and everything else. And then I had a change of heart. No need to make some changes, not because we're eventually leaving anyway but because this little old house is already perfect as it is now.
Every corner of t his house has a certain event of my life imprinted to my memory, be it good or bad. Every bit of those events made me who I am now and it's amazing to think that this quaint house had been the setting of such huge impacts in my life.
I have no idea what will happen to the house once I leave. My family might sell it as it is, burn it down to be replaced by a new house or whatever. But what I will do know is absorb everything the house will give me for the last day that I'll embrace its warmth together with my family.
Japan had been my dream. Since I was a kid, I wished for me to get to this action-packed, highly-awesome country full of robots, Kamen Riders and Pokemons. When I got there 2 years ago, I got more ambitious and started wishing that I can live there. And tomorrow, I will finally live the dream.
But for some reason, I got up today wide-eyed like I just had a nightmare. The early morning light reached my eyes through the window and then I started looking around my room -- the small place I considered my cave/dumpsite/reflection sanctuary/relaxing place since forever. And then I started tearing up.
When I return from Japan (who knows when that'll be), I won't be coming back to this place anymore. It seems my family will be moving out at the start of next year and will transfer to another city. Something mom says will be something grander than the place we're currently at. I answered her, "but I never liked grand stuffs" with a pout. Seems I'm pretty loyal to this old house.
Just the other day, I did a thorough (in my standard) cleaning of the house while my family was away. I don't really know what got me to do the chore since I never did it before. And I mean never. Probably cleaning my room yeah but never the entire house. Just the thought of cleaning the alone exhausts me and will lead me to dismiss the idea. But for some odd reason, I started cleaning my room and doing the same to the other rooms, living room, kitchen, etc. It's funny how much I commented on the flooring that needs replacement, a paint job that will do wonders, irritated at the toys even in the narrowest corner of wherever and everything else. And then I had a change of heart. No need to make some changes, not because we're eventually leaving anyway but because this little old house is already perfect as it is now.
Every corner of t his house has a certain event of my life imprinted to my memory, be it good or bad. Every bit of those events made me who I am now and it's amazing to think that this quaint house had been the setting of such huge impacts in my life.
I have no idea what will happen to the house once I leave. My family might sell it as it is, burn it down to be replaced by a new house or whatever. But what I will do know is absorb everything the house will give me for the last day that I'll embrace its warmth together with my family.