Home?

Is home a place ur from or is home a feeling?

i think i agree on  a latter.

doesnt matter where or when, home is a feeling. a place that make me feel i belong. a place whereby i will be comfortable.

melaka was one of them.

it has been around 6 months after i left melaka. in these 6 months, i went there on and off for followups. 

today i went again for convocation.

its different. the feeling is different.

its overcrowded, school holidays has made everyone flock into the city for retreats.  the traffic jams, the crawling cars. its not very pleasant. 

when i was in melaka i never understood why my parents loathe the numerous traffic lights that melaka has. 

i hated them today.

it made travelling time longer than it seem. the jams make crossing traffic lights impossible.

my feet were sealed towards the brake. i feel as if my calfs were working out with my feet pressing and relaxing on the pedal.

this is melaka at its peak. the time where it comes alive.

home,i called previously but now i think ive said a satisfactory goodbye to it.

its about time to move home.