As the days go by
and months trundle on
I can’t help but feel a pinch of sadness that I’ll soon be leaving this place I call home – again. I’ve left KL so many times, I have never spent such an interminable stretch here since the tender age of 14. And now that I have spent almost a good 3 years, I’m finding it difficult to part with my motherland. If I could, I would purloin the seconds of my present days for desperate moments of nostalgic longing, click my heels and return, once again. “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”
I’ve blogged about this before. I sound like a broken record.
I never thought I’d come to love this life that I stumbled into, almost accidentally. 5 more months till September. September, September – can’t help but remember what will happen in the month of September; the inevitable progression into another stage of my life. So this is a documentation, a visual journal piece on what I’ve come to love around the area I live. Those morning runs, evening walks – the familiar hydrant I pass everyday before and after work.
I will miss all the pieces of what made life absolutely beautiful in KL. Pieces I will never take for granted, because I always knew the day would come, when they would play the role of reminding me what life was like, back when.
I shall miss all this, and more.