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Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Personal Journal-

Journey home as an adult felt different yet welcoming. My memory of getting to places is vague. New buildings around almost every corner, unfamiliar alleys under construction; every object in my grandmother's house brought back memories, the everlasting greenery around the little town I call home. The smell of food from different hawker stalls brought back good times on Sunday mornings.

I approached the big black metal structure and unlocked the never padlocked gates. As I stood infront of that familiar place, I realised time paused while I have been busy paving my own road. I waved at a recognisable face but to only get a response after introducing myself- again. It only took a few years for wrinkles to stretch deep into the skin and footsteps pacing slower to none. Perhaps things don't change, but appearances and memories do.

Good friends around me are getting on with their daily life routine. Some are just starting out, some dreading to clock in, one even started a little family. I realised how much I've missed their company, especially the dash of tease they apply in every verbal sentence and the blank canvas in their eyes when I become myself.  Even though our conversation archive keeps getting bumped towards the end of the line every other day, but when we start typing it was as if we left the conversation yesterday. They are such irreplaceable people and I thank them for our friendship. Just hope it stays this way- am I asking for much?

As I reached the due date of my travels, I reflected on my friendship and family relations. I am glad to have met up with the people I truly care about and hope it does not stop here. Wherever I go I think of them, whatever I do I want to include them.

Until next time. But for now, I will keep them in my blessings.