On the flight back to Perth now. I feel sad. I don’t know how to explain it properly. It’s a different kind of sadness this time.
I’ve traveled before. But working and living in Perth, it hits differently. Maybe it’s because I feel… older. Maybe it’s seeing my parents getting older. Maybe it’s just life moving forward.
The life I have in Perth, somehow, makes me feel like I’ve been leaving them for too long. When I meet everyone again, things are not the same. Maybe I’m not the same either.
But being home is always good. I had some time to catch up with my family which are my mom, my brothers and sisters. Mom looks sad. Maybe she feels the time too.
Managed to meet my teenage best friend, Rohaizat. And my closest friends Saiful, Hazman and a few more familiar faces. Felt like old times… but at the same time, not really.
One thing I really needed to do was to visit our old house. I went through some of my old stuff.nBoxes from so many chapters of my life: PTD training days, Kampung Kenang, studying in the UK, IPG years and a lot more.
It felt weird. Like, all those memories were just… sitting there, waiting. I kept so much. Too much maybe.
And maybe… it’s about time to let some of it go.bNot because I want to forget but because I need to make space for what’s coming next.
Balik kampung always reminds me of where I come from will always be part of me. But life, somehow, keeps asking us to keep moving.
And I guess… that’s okay.
P.S: Thank you Mak, Abah, Nasier and Hamidah, Anas and little baby El for sending me off at the airport today. Small moments like these mean more to me than I can ever say.