I am a man...a man of colours...
One of the biggest problems with homesickness is that even some of your favorite music can turn against you. It becomes something you cannot listen to, because it reminds you so much of someone or something from your home.
In my case, the song "Man of Colours" by Icehouse reminds me of my brother, who also is a canvas artist. It was my brother who helped start me on my way to Korea, sending me money to pay off my university debt and get my transcripts.
It doesn't matter where I am. If I hear this song, or even if I remember it somehow in passing, maybe even humming it to myself at work, I start to tear up.
I guess I really do miss my brother. I love him a lot. I mean, hell, I can't even really finish this writing because of the tears streaming down my face.
Clint, I really do miss you. I pray to see you again soon.
In my case, the song "Man of Colours" by Icehouse reminds me of my brother, who also is a canvas artist. It was my brother who helped start me on my way to Korea, sending me money to pay off my university debt and get my transcripts.
Click to viewIt doesn't matter where I am. If I hear this song, or even if I remember it somehow in passing, maybe even humming it to myself at work, I start to tear up.
I guess I really do miss my brother. I love him a lot. I mean, hell, I can't even really finish this writing because of the tears streaming down my face.
Clint, I really do miss you. I pray to see you again soon.