De-Homing.

the rain, like tears, trickle down. rain of cleansing, i always say, to purify us.
my last trip back to KL from Batu Pahat. i’m not sure, if this goodbye is really so light, or the reality of sentiments left behind hasn’t dug in yet.
my room stripped bare, the hall and kitchen, hardly seems like what we spent most evenings in. sighing, seems almost like breathing now.
i never really thought i would have such strong feelings about this place. but now i realize, home is what we make of it. a great housemate, great friends who stopped by and hung out, a life in this lifeless place. it’s not KL, but sure is good enough.
no i don’t want to stay here another six months, neither do i feel that i should devote years of my career life in Hospital Batu Pahat, but… It has been pleasant. truly memorable. indeed.

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