It's like an anchor tied to my heart and dropped
deeeeeeeeeeep down. Makes it difficult to move or think of anything else. I
thought I didn't attach myself to anyone or any place. But I leave my heart at
home. It's normal. But that's the sad part- why is it normal?
The pain of leaving the comforts of home and the sight of my
parents...is painful beyond measure.
Time is a strange thing. While I am dreading the coming few
months, someone else is eagerly waiting for time to fly by. And while the last
three months flew as fast as a blink of an eye for me, it went as slow as a
snail for someone else.
If I look back at the last three months which were the best
retreat of my life and ask myself if I had made the best of it, I can't find an
answer. I can't have enough of my mother's repeatomania. My dad's
wisdom. And my little sister's bragging about me being good for nothing. And
most of all, I can never have enough of my bed. At the same time, I have had
the most productive time so far for the first time. hamdulillah.
Why is it so easy to leave your heart at home? :'(
