running with scissors

Azie beat me to it when she posted an entry on family. I guess when we are away from our homes, our hearts definitely grow fonder and you'll count the days until you see them again. I miss a lot of things about my family, but most of all, I just miss them, their presence. Loyal readers might know that this is my first time living somewhere else other than my hometown, Shah Alam and so far, it's been hunky-dory. Or so I thought.

My mind and mood have been on a whirl of late and sadly, I cannot come up with a decent explanation why. PMS? Boring answer. Everyone goes through that every month, but this feeling of missing home is a lot deeper than bloated tummies and cranky heads. I don't feel like I belong in this town.

The people so far are okay, some creepy but that's a norm I guess. The food's nice, the students can drive me crazy or can be the source of my laughter/ happiness every time I see them and I've no problem at all with my workmates. It is just not Shah Alam...

But you know what? As I'm writing this, I think I finally figured out why I miss home. My Atuk has been sick since the last time I saw him and he's currently admitted in Subang. Okay now I know why. It sucks to have an unwell loved one and not being able to see them or touch them. I receive prompt news almost every few hours on his condition but it still doesn't comfort me enough. I've got to go home and see him.

And that's what I'll do this weekend. Ramadhan is just not the same without my family. I've never felt this way before, the feeling of wanting to get something so badly that I've become desperate.

I'm going to go home. I will go home. 

p.s: Salam Ramadhan everyone! Second day already today! x