So far away for far too long.

Adam won’t let me depart to UK earlier than I should, yet he’s not sure if he’s coming home this summer.

There's Adam, and there's a place to call home. I miss home. I feel like I’ve been too far away for far too long. Having maids since I was a kid, growing up in boarding school, staying at college while my family living abroad, now on my own in KL while Ayah and Ummi are both away.

And I have like, six months to pack my things before I really leave.

I want to go home. I miss the smell of a home. I miss listening to Ayah’s craps every day, passing wisdom in the most annoying-argument-provoking way. I miss Ummi’s nag on how messy the house is especially when it comes to the dusty floor and piling laundries. I miss the fights between Afiq and Adam (though I think Afiq is reaching an age where he thinks he should have a girlfriend already). I miss shoo-ing Syahirah from the room just because I still can’t accept that I’m sharing the room with her. I miss waking up to find breakfast served on the table. I miss those weekends when Ayah would mow the lawn, wash his cars, go out jogging, etc. I miss the smell from Ummi’s cooking. I miss a home. I miss the sight of a home, where you wake up to find green grass and dry leaves on the yard, instead of the gloomy skies tarnished by high rise buildings seen from 25^th floor.

Kalau yang duduk Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia pun dah homesick macam ni, kawan3 dekat UK Ireland camne pulak ek?