Miss Everything About Home

Yulia Chaniago

1122002011

I do not know how many nights I miss home. Misses the warmth of the place where I grew up. Whereas, it has not been a year I left home. And now I'm stranded in the city of Jakarta, the city that never sleeps with all the glitter. Away from the small town that has become a home to me. I live in Kinari, a small village in Solok, West Sumatra. The city is famous for its "Bareh Solok".

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I miss mom’s cooking, longed devour all the grain that she served. Often miss the cold of the night to greet the morning broke. Missed on a thick blanket faithful accompany my nights curled up comfortably in bed. Miss watching morning cartoons with my younger brother, relax while enjoying mother made fried bananas.

I miss running in the fields, see the people working on the field. Longing visited bookstalls to simply buy newspapers or magazines. Builders miss “tukang pentol” that every afternoon routine passes in front of the house.

I miss lazying, reading a book while lying in bed. Miss deliver Mom to the market. Miss helping my brother with her homework after school. Often missed in the fog down in the rainy season. Miss everything about home.

I miss sleeping alone with Mom. Woke up in the middle of the night, half-conscious find her staring at my face with a pure smile full of love. I miss the times when chatting with her, to whom I can tell everything even my little secrets, and we laughed together.

I started to feel bored with life back at this time, but far from busy. I guess I should go home.

This is the dilemma of students who study outside of town. Away from home and parents. And, indeed, the words I've ever read it. "As far as we can go, home is a place that most of us miss"

Everyday there's a boy in the mirror, asking me

What are you doing here?

Finding all my previous motives

growing increasingly unclear

Home sick

Because I no longer know where home is

Kings of Convenience – Homesick