A month back home did not feel like enough time, especially because I had not met my family and friends for almost two and a half years. On top of that, there was the incident at Paris where I lost my passport. I had to reapply for my passport, the visa for Japan and the United States. Quite frankly, I thought a month was not enough time to get all of these but quite surprisingly, I had them all by the time I left.
So home. Yeah. The word has a different meaning to me now. Having lived for a long time in the United States and then Germany for a few months, the people that I love and the people that care about me changed. I always run into problems filling out forms that asks me about my “address”. I have many so I have none I guess. Nevertheless, family is something magical. I could scream at them, be angry with them, be persistent and annoying but still expect their love in the end. Do not get me wrong. I love them to the bottom of my heart, but I really missed having someone like that for a very long time. Going back home and seeing that my grand mom, dad and mom are growing older was the hardest thing I had to deal with. The unforgiving unidirectional time is something I wish I can reverse. Even though I know I am trying to make the best out of the opportunities I get, me not being present at hard times for my family is something that eats me from the inside. I cannot relate, even if I try, to what they had to go through when the earthquake happened, when my “big dad” died, when my dad was diagnosed of bronchitis…
Okay enough depressing stuff. Home is awesome and so is momo. The closest thing to describe momo is dumpling but believe me, calling momo a dumpling is a sin. There was not a day spent without me devouring at least 2 plates of this culinary masterpiece that my ethnicity has so masterfully perfected. My mom’s food is not to be taken lightly as well and my dad’s, I cannot even begin to describe how my salivary glands go haywire just with the smell.
I am not sure if and when I will be back home to experience this again. The all so perfect trajectory of life that I have planned has an Achilles heel. Senescence. I wish I could stop you and time, your dear best friend, but trust me, I will be living everyday as it is the best day of my life and make the most out of everything, but please slow down a bit as there are people I need to share my happiness and success with, take them to places and have them experience a part of what I have experienced in the past few years.
As my journey in Japan is about to start, these feelings that are buried deep inside me, I will not let these take me down but take these as a motivation to do the best I can, be the best I can and make the people I love and care happy. This is the least I can do for them at a distance.