Sea Pictures

23 Feb, 2008, 10:30 am

Tugboat slogs as sand barge enjoys scenery.

Leaving home for home

I’ve been whining in mute. Hence, not many would have guessed my gripes. Not friends, not family, perhaps, only perhaps, a hunch from Hazel.

You see, prior to our CNY trip to Seremban, home wasn’t a word I’d use to describe Hong Kong – much as I liked the city. And we were miles from hometown Seremban.

My constant gripe was: “I’m a freakin nomad. I have no home. Grumble, mumble, pumble…”

Then CNY came and we headed back. I felt at home – the road in front of my house which I’d been using for the past 25 years, the sound of my neighbour opening the door at 6 am, all that jazz. There was that unmistakable “ah” feeling.

Then, somewhere in the middle of our CNY holiday, I missed HK. The ferry commute, Tsing Ma bridge outside my window, the sound of the sea at Central Piers with Kowloon as the backdrop… “Make up your mind la,” I scolded me.

Needless to say, we had a fabulous CNY at home. Funnily, the night we got back to Park Island, there again was that bliss of arriving home. The same bliss I had when we reached Seremban Garden.

So I thank God. There are now two places where I can feel at home. There will be those who say there’s no such thing. I say there are no rules for the way you feel. I have two homes and I likes it. It’s not the “Home away from home” thingy. It’s a little different – it’s hard to the difference so I won’t. Don’t lose any sleep over it.