Home..

It's not really normal for me to feel homesick. But the more I think of home, the more I realise that I never really had the time to really have a home for good. So, I started to retrace where I've been since I was born.
I was born i Kluang, Johor. Needless to say, I have no memories whatsoever of that place at all. I wouldn't consider it home. When I was 2, I shifted to Mentakab, Pahang. I was there for 3 years before shifting to Glassgow, Scotland for a year. After Glassgow, I shifted back to Mentakab for another 3 years. All in all, I spent nearly 6 years in Mentakab(3 years before shifting to glassgow, and 3 years after). However, I wouldn't consider it home. When I was 8 years old. I shifted to Damansara Utama, Petaling Jaya. For the first time, I felt that I was really close to home. But At 14, After 5 years in PJ, I went to a boarding school for another 4 years. After the 4 years, I 'm in another boarding school, or rather, a college where I'm expected to stay in hostels.
I realise that I've never been living in one place for extremely long periods. Therefore, I wouldn't really have a place to call home. A new question dawns upon me. "How can you feel homesick when you don't have a place to call home?"
Well, honestly speaking. I can't tell for sure. I don't know lots of things. But the feeling of homesick is eveident in me. I feel the need to go to a place where I feel I belong to. Most of the times, I feel like a lost wanderer, endlessly searching for his destination but never finding it. And in his search for his final destination, he makes some places his temporary home only to abandon it and move on.
So it is with my life. My life is merely a passing by. I have a long journey ahead of me. Most of the places where I have been living in were only a temporary home till I moved on. Even now in KTJ, I'm in transit. Some time from now, I shall be leaving this place headed somewhere else. And from there, on to another place, then to another and another. I'll only reach home when my time on earth is up. I"ll be gone never to come back and where I'll be will be my dwelling place for eternity- Home.
The feeling I get, thinking about all of this that life is like a story book. Its written with different chapters explaining different parts of my life. And when I do finally reach home, I wonder how each and every chapter of my book would be written. And yes, the book will be published. Through words from the mouths of my sons and daughters my legacy will continue. And even as I work at making my legacy one worth talking about, I still long for home.