It's entirely too easy to loathe the happy family next to me at the bus stop, laughing together and having so much fun.
I miss home. I miss my dad and brothers. I miss my friends. I miss my room. I miss the comfort of all things familiar.
I want to hear noise. I don't need that much tranquility and quiet, countryside peace. More than just noise, I need Malaysian noise.
I miss the knowledge that company is just out of sight, but within reach. I miss being only a message away from my friends. I miss being able to saunter over to Shawn's room whenever I'm bored, and always be welcome there.
It's entirely too easy to think of home.
I wonder how I shall ever hope to study abroad.
I miss Malaysia.
I miss my home - or rather, everything about home that makes it so.
It's funny how things are taken for granted like that.
I guess it's true that you never know what you have till it's gone.
Lucky for me I can get it back, then.
;)
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