Monday, July 25, 2011
Air-con’s temp 18 degrees – checked. Remote in sight – checked.
My favourite pillows all stacked up accordingly – checked.
Lappy is on and a folder of new movies and dramas – checked.
My soft-green comforter – checked.
Sunlight – checked. I like a well-lit room during the day.
Me – checked. Specky, hair tie up in a bun with a hair clip upfront, big shirt and shorts. Okay, I’m all set.
Yep, I’m all alone in my room.
Well at this moment, these four walls are my world to me.
That is how it is – how I like to spend my days at home.
Of course, I go out and hang out with my family and friends...
But I can only do this...be like this, at home. No where else.
I feel safe.
My Dad found me one afternoon, curling under my comforter, he laughed and said,
It is difficult for him to believe that this daughter of his just flew 6 thousand km to attend a conference when she is lazy just to find the air-con remote.
Yeah, it’s hard for me to believe too.
Mom understands me very well; too well that she gives me space whenever I’ve retreated to my room.
Confined and imprison it might seem to others, it is so freeing to me.
I’m free to think about anything and not having anyone to interrupt or disagree with me.
I’m free to create whatever world I want in my head.
I’m free to travel anywhere and to be able to bend time – to go to places in my memories and to relive them.
All in the comforts of my room, my home.
I think it is a pity if a person does not know how to enjoy the ordinary things in life...
because it makes the extraordinary much, much more amazing and unforgettable.
My 1st times or my 2nd times, be it the hundredth times...I know I'll be able to enjoy it...
I will enjoy it like it is my 1st time, every time.
Now, that I am attached to university...my time to have a place of my own is near.
I won't be much at home starting next year.
So I want to treasure this moment.
After 17, your home will be just like a hotel.
You come back after a while but just to go out again, into the outside world.
As I'm writing this, I'm also listening to a song I heard a long time...
I remembered the me back then.
Curling under the comforter in front of my lappy...
just like a caterpillar.
I don't know what to call this habit of mine...or should i call it my hobby instead?
is definitely, precious.