Home

Its funny how the festive season is suppose to teach and reinforce the family value and being together. If I'm not mistaken there is saying that goes "home is where the heart is". I just read a blog that describe his feeling towards his old house, I must say its wonderfully written. Which brings me to reflect on my feelings towards a "home" and family.

I won't go into the full details, but in my life time (so far ) I probably shifted 7 times since I came to Malaysia. Considering that its probably 16 years since I came to Malaysia, that's an average of 2.4 years in one house before I shift to another place.

To most, that's quite a lot of moving around within one country!
To some, that's no big deal.
To me, I never realise I moved so many times till I started counting back!

And to the think the biggest irony would be I'm currently staying in the EXACT SAME HOUSE where I started 16 years ago. Yup, THE same house I moved into when I first came to Malaysia. In fact I'm currently sharing my toilet with the old room I used to stayed.

In most cases moving house has always been a happy thing for a family. Well at least for the ones I do know of, in most cases its moving to a newer, bigger house. For me, its mostly due to being chased out of my "home". I said that statement with a half jokingly sentiment.

Soon once I find a stable job with a stable income, I will once again embark on another journey of moving house. When will that be? Hopefully before my 23rd birthday and hopefully in time to organise a house party on my birthday. But having said all that, it makes me reflect and envy those with a place they can call home. To me, it more like a concept of a shelter then a home. A place when you sleep to end your day, a place that blocks you from the outside weather.

Look forward for a place I can call home, my home.