it is difficult not to love old friends.
who really cares where we go most of the year(s)?
in the end when we're all back together it's always the same,
just like it was before.
a very enjoyable 'farewell',
extremely pleasing and heartwarming.
i always feel uprooted whenever i return or leave.
this is home, and will always be.
there will always be elements here that cannot be replicated anywhere.
you can build a chinatown, or have little 'asias' sprouting at various spots of the city,
but you'll never have the middle aged auntie selling mee pok ask "ai hum jiao mai?"
or the tiny provision shop that sells marie biscuits by the weight, nothing prepacked.
and of course, who can ever try to replace the warmth of family and friends?
so we all get caught up in our lives, but in the end we'll still come together.
just like before.
am i actually, a closet romantic?
that, when it comes to it, i really actually wish that everything will always have a happy ending.
a grand big story where everyone lives happily ever after.
jiLL divulged at 11:06 AM 0 Comments