When you’re away from home, what do you miss the most? This post is inspired by the October 19th entry on The Daily Post.
I spent the summer living in a bustling metropolis: too far away from home for the weekend hop-over, but still close enough so that I could call home regularly. And while the summer was a whirlwind of fast days and a slow-motion trajectory of shopping bags, ice lattes and Cinnabons, I found that when back in my bedroom, I could wrap it all up in a neat little box: exhilarating, with a ribbon on top.
The world, as I got to see it.
Whenever you’re exposing yourself to a completely new environment – when you move away to college, or change locations for a job – it’s easy to get that rush of excitement or wonder at everything new around you. There’s a period of adjustment when you take in the changes, make the required immediate changes and then step back to soak it all in. When all the luggage is unpacked and your midnight snack/TV show combo is ready for you to hit play, a memory is likely to slink in between the actors’ pause-for-laughter-track moments.
You might remember, as I did, how your dad would pop in when he saw the light under you door on at 3 in the morning to make sure you weren’t asleep at your desk, drooling on your homework. Or how your mom would wake you up in the morning the morning before an exam, so you could cram in some extra studying.
The smallest thing – the floral pants a woman was wearing on the escalator, a YouTube video, or even the smell of freshly-fried pakoras – can bring back a sliver of memory; something that had something to do with someone at some point in time triggers a longing for a hug from your mum, some home-cooked bhindi, your favorite moisturizer that you left at home.
That time I went to Seaworld
In fact, you might find yourself listening to songs from your childhood, and Avril Lavigne‘s poppy kicks will become synonymous with reminiscing, with memories of highschool maybes, that friend that was less-than, the strange kids you never understood, that party you should have gone to, etc. To fill in that old school Family Fun feeling, you will start watching an old TV show (this The Cosby Show or Boy Meets World).
At this point, intoxicated with Jesse McCartney‘s debut album, Instagramming your new heels, stalking your friends on Facebook to see what they’ve been up to, you’ll call your family and go to bed with a smile on your face. Because home is always home. And you are blessed enough to always be able to go back.
An Instagram on my new heels
So while the rooh afza from home may be very different from the Keurig in your hand, and that pizza in a box can’t compare to mom’s chili, you’ve got a world to explore. You’ve got miracles to pray for and a life to live. You’ve got 3D movies to see with those geeky glasses on and trendy blazers to wear.
And all those things are going to help you realize only one thing:
But it is up to you to decide where it ends.