Its 4am and I've been trying to fall asleep for the past 4 hours. In that 4 hours I have thought about more things than I will experience in this one year.
For starters, I'm falling pretty ill and I'm beginning to miss my own bed. The past few months have seen me sleep in many different beds (No I'm not screwing around), in hotels, in motels, and in the guest room of a dear friend. Today, I sleep in a bed that's mine, but really isn't. I have my own room here in the house mother grew up in, in Sungai Petani, Kedah and yet every time I lay down on this bed it just isn't the same, because it isn't really mine.
I spend an average of once a year here at this house and sometimes I don't even make it back for an entire year. The worst about being here right now isn't the bed, its the fact that I'm falling ill and the only place I have ever recovered from anything is in my own bed. Not to mention the god damn mosquitoes are making it hard to get even a glimpse of rest.
But its Cheng Beng (Its a Chinese tradition that on this day we visit our ancestors and those who have passed before us to pay our respects and to cleanse our spirits) and I'm here to pay respects to my grandfather. I've got to be up by 6am which is currently a mere hour and a half away. Then I've got to endure another day here until I leave on Sunday morning.
Ah fuck it. I'm taking the next flight outta here tomorrow.
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