I didn’t really realise that I will be so attached to my family, to my living place, to my sis, till the day that I moved out from my room, and began my new lease of life at hostel.

It’s very true that people only appreciate things that have sneaked out of their grip, whereby they didn’t have the total control of it anymore. Being one of them, I used to take things for granted, and never realised the true value of things right in front of me. I used to be the boy that just don’t care about everything, the selfish me. But things began to change right after my switch to hostel. I became a more independent boy, and slowly moving forward towards becoming a man, a true realisation of my ownself.

Fast-forwarding the time to April, 4 months after I left, I miss the voice of my mom nagging me to wake up every morning. I miss my father constant grumble to ask me for a evening jog with him. And I miss the ‘masak-masak’ session with my sister. These were all the things that I used to take for granted. Little details that I never paid my attention upon. Tiny stuff that are simply too small to demand for my attention.

Yet, four months staying in the hostel, far away from my beloved home, I miss every tiny bits of them. I made my way home today(Friday), and looking rather anxiously this trip back home, as I have grown up till a certain extend that I wanted to be right back at home as soon as possible. I spent my day hanging out with my family, chatting with them, and enjoyed sleeping together in the master bedroom. Every moment is a enjoyable second to me, and I really struggled  hard to pull back the running time!

Homesick, that’s the term to represent the current feelings.

Still I treasure the short moments together with them, it’s long enough for me to wet my eyes, yet, short enough for me to realise that, nothing else can be placed higher than family.