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I’ll Miss Home

January 18, 2015 / by / 0 Comment

And before we know it, it’s the last day of winter break. I’m currently sitting in Kuala Lumpur International Airport 2, waiting for my flight back to Hong Kong and my heart is getting heavier by the hour as the depressing thought of lectures resuming sets in.

I’ve been up to very little this winter break, exactly like how I planned it. Most of the time, I’ve been repaying my entire year of sleep debt without a care in the world. It’s been so deliciously relaxing I can feel a big improvement in my aura (maybe I’ve had too much sleep). A lot of people may think that Reading Week, or winter/summer break is a golden window of opportunity to go see the world, or learn some cool stuff while also working part-time summer jobs, and taking up internships. And yes, I definitely agree, but even the strongest of us needs hard-earned rest and I personally feel that winter break (which is barely a month for most of us) is the perfect chance to return home and spend some quality time with family.

To all the prospective university students out there, if you’re considering going abroad to further your studies, be prepared that you will miss home, the place we’ve always taken for granted. At least for the first couple of months, you’ll miss everything about it like a constant heartache, from the way your dog drools all over your rug to your mom’s constant nagging, even to the morning traffic honking outside your window. And if you’re emotional like me, there will be nights when you’ll cry yourself to sleep. (Yes, you may give me a pat on the head when we meet).

Sure, university’s fun. Very fun, if you know the right people *wink*, but nobody can replace family. You might get different treatment at university depending on how good your grades are, or if you’re an important committee member in a society, or if you’re just a natural party animal, but none of that matters when you’re home. Your mom doesn’t care if you’re the Chairperson of your society. Your siblings definitely couldn’t care less if you’re a Dai Sin (HKU slang for senior) in your hall. Once you’re home, you’re just your parents’ baby daughter/son and one more sibling to fight over the remote control with.

But don’t get me wrong, I enjoy my time at university very much. Where else can we find limitless opportunities to try so many different things in one semester? We have culture groups, sports teams, accommodation halls, interest clubs, all with something different to offer. And then there are our beloved friends, who may or may not understand our culture, but still get along with us famously.

After a while, we get used to being away from home and don’t miss it like a constant heartache anymore because we’re so immersed in our own studies, hall activities, friends, sports, parties, etc. But once in a while, sometimes once in a year (even more for some), we’ll book our flight tickets home. And that’s the moment we all realise we’ve missed home just as much as we did when we were freshmen, just that we’ve learned to live with it and get on with life.

The moment we print our flight itineraries, we look forward to that flight home more than anything else, even if it is 2 months away. Though we should probably be studying for finals, we catch ourselves listing out all the things we want to do when we get home, and all the food we couldn’t possibly find here (Eg. Durian, pisang goreng, apam balik, kuih kapit arrgghhh). We look forward to squabbling with our siblings just for the fun of it; sleeping in till past noon (chances are high that most of us do this at uni too); our mom’s cooking (*drool*); meeting up with high school friends and realizing they’re just as crazy as ever (probably even crazier now that they’ve all passed their driving tests); and just… doing nothing. Yep, just being home, without endless to-do’s and readings and deadlines, without midnight hall meetings or sport team training sessions, just sitting in our old room, examining the thick dust that’s accumulated on our old school books and realizing exactly how much time has passed since we sat for A Levels.

Growing up is inevitable. And a lot of things might have changed since we left, but home provides a small time stopper, our room an eternal Neverland for that rebellious but dependent teenager still inside of us for the love and comfort home provides is like no other.

For me, home is a place where I get nagged at for not making my bed; where I rat out my brother for not making his bed; where I pull my hair out because of unbelievably slow internet speed; where I read my childhood books all over again (I must’ve read Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone over a hundred times now, but it never gets old); and the only sanctuary where I can gain enough rest for another crazy year at university.

And though I know 2015 is going to be just as exciting, just as hectic, and just as full of laughter, I’ll still miss home.




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