good and bad times..

I love watching the trees turn a bright red-gold in autumn just before the flutter to the ground and hibernate for winter.
I love how the flowers bloom in spring and the clear blue skies in summer.
I take for granted the clean, fresh air - sometimes a little too nippy in the early hours, but mostly bearable and pleasant.
I sometimes forget how much freedom of speech is a given thing in this country.

After close to a decade away from home, I still catch my breath when the homesickness kicks in.

To not be able to see mama and papa when i want.
To not be able to run errands with mum and sit in the car whilst she runs into the bank.
To not be able to irritate papa with my endless questioning as to why this and that.
To not be able to 'argue' endlessly with my not-so-little-sister.
To not be chasing Princess Andrea around the place 'til Im short of breath.
To not be meeting the girl(s) - heh, and making a 4pm trip to Miri just for dinner.
To not be at home bbq-ing.
To not come home and see May Chee in the house (our crib @ Malcolm St.)
To not hear 'Fall for you' playing from the room just across mine.
To not hear May Chee laughed her lungs out after I tell her about some 'theories' be it realistic or merely dreams in life.
To not hear May Chee's burping after rounds of Tequila/Vodka shots and sometimes submarines.
To not cook under May Chee's watchful supervision.
To not get 'molested' by May Chee ..hehehe..

As cliche` as it may sound but home is where the heart is. But where is home when the heart belongs at two place?

May Chee... I miss u dearly :'(