So this is it. I am leaving home to go to London. I didn’t really announce this to everyone, but I’d presume that the ones who are close to me (and care) would know. I don’t actually know the reason I was leaving. Probably I was just sick of all my troubles, boring routine, stagnant life, and really need a fresh start.
It’s funny how we are living with the people we love, but we always take it for granted. Since we meet those people everyday, everything just becomes flat. “Hi Mom”, “Bye Mom”, “Dad, I’m home”, etc etc.. those are the things (or maybe the only things) we say on a daily basis. But when I was about to leave, I was weeping like a baby…especially when my mom rubbed my back in the car on the way to the airport and said “be good, okay!” I couldn’t help it but to hold her hand very tight and cried. Unsurprisingly, I cried again at the airport when I was about to enter the gate in front of my family, best friends, and some people who apparently came and said goodbye there (thanks for that).
I’m really glad that I left. Now I know better how much my loved ones mean to me. Never in my life I hugged my parents like I did that day. Never in my life I looked at their faces, and tried to take a snapshot of how they looked to be memorized forever. Cause I don’t know how long I will be going for. It could be just until the next holiday, could be a year, could be (to dramatize) forever. And God knows when will I see them again the next time. It’s a very good experience.