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Home
The familiar scent from the narrow backstreet when I open the windows; the ever-loud voice of the old lady who makes her living through selling food packaged in hampers; the soft-whirs emitted by the air-circulation of the factory behind our home; the occasional old yet strangely familiar songs (of course, at tolerable volume) from the karaoke machine accompanied by the singing of the uncle living next door; the cold yet pleasant sensation of lying on the white marble floors; the slightly brownish soft light reflected by the roofs from the window: It's home. I'm pretty sure people who had led normal and contented lives as I have so far would agree that their hometown is always the most comfortable place on earth. The air here feels much lighter too, unknown to me why. It's as if I could breathe more deeply in here without suffocating myself. However, home also means: early morning disruptions (I slept at dawn, lady!), annoying noisy neighbour kids (unlike the old lady, these kids are very, very annoying, the squeal and scream at every single thing. Every. Single. Damn. Thing. And as far as I understand, their grandmother spoils the shit out of them, no joke), irritating incessant doorbells by people who don't deserve any shit, and being stuffed as if you're a food-deprived swine. And also, constant random bursts into my room. It's not all pleasant. I appreciate the space here, definitely much broader than the room I rented there. I'm not saying that the neighbours there are as peaceful too (the Korean mother always screams bloody murder, almost everyday at noon or late noon, and some other issues), it was much more tolerant there, maybe because I don't understand what the bleeping said mother was yelling at (maybe a word or two, but not the whole meaning)...and other stuffs which I find myself unable to voice my complaints for reasons. All in all, I'm glad I'm back home. Although I'm leaving in a week. Labels: personal |