When I was back in Malaysia, all I could think about was.. How fun it would be to have a white Christmas, drink hot chocolate after a cold day out, to play in the snow, build a snowmen and have snowball fights.
Now, here I am thousand miles away from home. Seeing everyone packing and going home for Christmas or even shopping for present makes me want to go home. Go home to my comfort zone. To go back to a place where I can spend Christmas night at my Godparent’s house with her awesome turkey dinner. To go back to the familiar Christmas settings in all the places we know like the back of our hands. To just be having dinner with each other and exchanging Christmas presents.
When I was back there, all I could think about was how much I needed to get away from here. I wanted so much for a new experience in a drastically different place. It seems so long ago since I’ve seen the old familiar faces. The last minute mamak sessions, the random dinners, the sushi binge.
It’s getting cold here too, but I’m still managing with a hoodie and a jeans though freezing when waiting for the bus. I miss the convenience of a car, not needing to bus anywhere. I miss calling a friend up for lunch and then picking them up. I miss the feeling of walking out of a restaurant or a mall and saying “holy fuck, it’s hot” rather than “holy fuck, it’s freezing.”
I remember the times when I wished that I could be out all night with no one to nag me to go home. I remember those times when I crave for freedom so much it hurts. Now that I have all that freedom, I actually do not know what to do with it because the special people in my life are not here to share it with me.
If YOU were here, we’d be binging on ALL YOU CAN EAT SUSHI every weekend, making snow angels together, watch the entire HARRY POTTER SAGA while drinking hot chocolate and crying our eyes out, stay up all night talking and regretting it when we have to wake up early the next morning, do all the crazy things we always wanted to do together but never had the chance to. :)
There are those special people I’ve met here that I’m thankful for. They keep me grounded and sane from the craze of University life. I’m really thankful for meeting nice people like them.
Egg who thinks too much,
I wish we could have been in the same University then we can bitch about the bitches, share our story of our day, stress together.. but I realized, we would have gotten so sick of each other that we’d be fighting too (known and proven fact)! :P
I’m grateful for being given the chance to be in a University abroad. I’m grateful that I chose to apply to UBC in the first place even though it was for all the wrong reasons. I’m grateful that I’m blessed with all these good people in my life to help me through times of need.
Christmas won’t be Christmas without you.
