home is where the heart is.

I miss home.

It seems like an obvious statement to make, but to be honest, i have been in denial about this ever since i came here. The last three months passed me by in decadence and i managed to slip by the pangs of homesickness quite unnoticed. The thrills of being in a foreign land, living for the moment and experiencing everything first hand has done a good job distracting me from my real pupose: to comtemplate what it means to be away from home.

I spoke to all these people from home yesterday. Chatted with Da Ming, Serny and my little brother. I also blew a hefty sum talking to Melissa in UK, called Vincent to wish him Happy Birthday, messaged Sani, emailed Joanne and in a spur i called most of them back in Singapore to say hello. Amidst the slurs of singaporean slang, i noticed a genuine tone of concern as they said they missed me. Pardon me for being mushy here, but i was moved. This cold heart of mine was actually touched as i realized, maybe i did make a small minute difference in these people's lives. These things mess with my mind, they remind me of my attachment and what i loved about home. The 3am suppers behind, Wednesday nights at Zouk, the depressing AS4 corridoor bumping into everyone rushing for class, the sunlight piercing through the trees on my skin......

I miss them too. I wish i didn't know better, but these people made a difference in my life more than i thought.

ps if you guys have any pictures of us from home, please send it to me! elizabeth.tan@mail.mcgill.ca