Blog 8 I never say ‘missing home’

I didn’t realise it is already the 8^th blog until I checked the schedule.  “Time flies.”  The words have become one of my pet phrases recently.

The latest reminder of this sentence is that SM2 NTU boys these days are planning back home.  Because two of my roommates (generally) are SM2, I can feel the passage of time clearly.  Last moment, we had just greetings, now we say ‘farewell’.  Tomorrow, they will have left, towards their homes.  So when can we get home?  That is a question.  Maybe no worry, since time will fly~

Strangely, I never say ‘missing home’, not because I am a boy, since a man can also say; not because in my home nothing is worth missing, since I have respectable parents and two lovely sisters; not because I am not missing home, since I also have a mankind heart as everybody.  So why?  It is because I’m afraid that once I speak out, I will never miss it or I will miss it more; or I am afraid that the words will quickly go with the wind but let nothing left.  Eh…Kind of misty, right?  Maybe I have to use my clumsy words to explain further.

I always forget what I said or what I promised.  Sometimes, since I speak something out, I will mentally over-relax about it, and then maybe I will overlook it.  I don’t want a boy overseas home doesn’t have his home in heart.

I also always over-think about what I said (How can I do that at the same time!).  If I say I’m missing home, then I will think of it a lot, such as some reasons (it seems like what I’m doing now).  I’ll do miss home more.  After all, memory depends on how often and how many times one memorise.  The more I think, the deeper impression I’ll have.   I don’t want this missing to influence my life here.

I always believe that time flies.  Whether I say it or not, it makes no difference.  If I say I’m missing home, the only thing is that my voice will go with the wind, fly with the time.  The time I spend saying will also fly.  I don’t want to waste time.  By the way, my family must want me seize the day.  So for the sake of them, I won’t say it, either.

Oh, my god!  How many times I have said “I never say ‘missing home’” so far, and how much time I have wasted!  I have to hurry up to finish my essay now and make way to learn more!