The land Below the Wind

Sweeping my dust covered blog, here I am, back with the lust to blog. Honestly, I missed blogging. I just don't have the will to write blogs like some of my friends. I don't know where to start. A hill high of stories to tell with a clueless start.

For now, all I could think off is going back to the land below wind. Counting down the days of going home, and yet I am still in denial. Am I really going back?? I have made a vow not to go back until I graduate. I was so determined with my decision that I clearly framed the last sight of my family before stepping into the departure gate. I told myself, Bryan, this is going to be the last memory of your family that you are going to live for 2 years.

After one year, On May 18th, going against my what I have promise my self , I will be boarding MAS back to the land where my feet first touch. I wonder what is it feel like to be back home after sometime. Am I still the same person before I left? Has the people changed? Was my absent being missed? I feel the excitement of going home, Crazy enough to run to the airport and board the next plane back home, the frustration of waiting is intense and it is killing me.

Does my country, friends and family has the same feeling as what I am feeling now? Having the same joy and excitement. anticipating my arrival. Or it is just me, alone feels that way?? I wonder in confuse. Anyhow, Judgment day will soon come as the moment I stepped out of the arrival gate.

I just hope nothing was changed during my absent. I want everything to be the same. I want it just the way it is. Because, I don't want to feel like I have missed something. I want to be at my cousin wedding which I missed, I want to be at my cousin's baby 1 month dinner which I have also missed, Chinese New Year reunion dinner... All the wonderful moments... My hearts long to be there, yet distance has prevail to keep me away. Another promise has been made. I, Bryan foo will treasure every moment of my time spent with my family and friends. I will make my strong presents felt by my loved ones to make up another year of absent when leave for the states in August.