Nostalgia

It’s been a while since I’ve left. I thought I would be visiting quite often as I’d have breaks every now and then, turned out that I only came back home twice within four years, and probably the last in who knows how long.

I didn’t think I was the type to be homesick, as I’m a foreigner to begin with. I thought I only missed the food, the cheap movie tickets, and trivial things such as places to chill. I knew I would be leaving this place eventually in the future, as I had no plans to work here. Yet, knowing the fact that I won’t be able to ever lie around lazily in my room anymore still stings. There’s barely anyone that I know of left, yet it just felt wrong without visiting school again right before I depart. I never thought sentimental values could be so taxing psychologically. The amount of weight the memories of being born and raised here simply shatters the luggage weight limit.