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Monday, February 05, 2007 Had a really busy weekend! Did spring-cleaning and New Year Shopping and lotsa small stuff at home. 2 days ain't long enough for everything that needed doing, and I didn't know that I still had so much stuff lying around in messy piles at home! With CNY less than 2 weeks away the family's bustling with the greatest chore of all: doing something about the junk that piles up over the course of 1 year (all 3 guys in the family are pack rats of varying severity). Had a lot to eat as well: homemade bubur chacha and bird's nest drink, home cooked dinner, and yummy food from nearby hawker centers. I commented that if it was like this everyday at home, I'll soon stop worrying about being too thin and start worrying about tipping the scale at the other end instead! Over the weekend, more than ever before, I feel a sense of belonging to the family and home. Let me explain: when we are young, home is just a place where we get food and shelter and some love from our parents. Some of us go back because no other place give us so much in return for nothing, some of us go back because we have no other place to go to. Crudely speaking we are parasites, taking from our family and giving nothing in return. As I grew older, home became less of a "no better alternative" thing, but became a place to look forward to. Going home grew to be less and less of nagging and being forced to do household chores and pesky younger brothers, but more of a place where I can relax, where there are people I can talk to about stuff, where I can take a brief respite from the rough and tumble and stress of the outside world. It became, as time passes, home to better and better food (my mom only started cooking when she got married and when I was young the food was TERRIBLE). But now, maybe it's because I can contribute positively to the home and the family, maybe it's because now I can choose whether to go home or not, but I really feel that it is MY HOME. That I go home because i want to, that I can actively contribute to its betterment; I feel a sense of true belonging. I'm not sure if anyone gets what I wrote, when I read it again I don't really get it, myself. Anyway the sojourn at home has rejuvenated me, and for today at least, I felt up to everything the world throws at me. The challenge now is to see how long I can sustain this mood for! =)
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Home is more than just a physical building. It's a santuary for our souls where our family members provide the emotional and pyschology support for each other. But huh, let what my mum says, don't take home for granted. Some people walk in and out just like hotels. regards, Jack # posted by
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