It's good to be home

Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people
I Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know
And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aerorplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home
Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believe in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go homeI’ve had my run
Baby, I’m doneI gotta go home
Let me go homeIt will all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

Home -- by Michael Buble

Home, song by Michael Buble, brings a very good essence about the feeling of home. Well, this song is specifically tells about being back to the loved one, but then again, it sound so right and sweet.
Since I was in college, I rarely went back home, partly because of my ignorance and mostly it is because just being myself, which is enjoying the current state and forget about anything else, so, even just a couple of days leaving what I normally do and live each day to went back home, will be such an effort.
That thing continues when I start working, being placed in Jakarta then Balikpapan and now in Pekanbaru, with this tense and hectic work, with this nice life and peers and the temptation to go to some place new whenever there is a chance. Then home for me is changing to a phone call once a week.
A comment from a friend made me realize that maybe I should try to spend some time with family. That and another things pushed me to plan a several days home last long weekend.
The trip to home took 1 full day, since I have to take a morning flight to Jakarta and took an evening train to my hometown.
Bringing nothing, but a local food from Pekanbaru and breadtalk for people home. The train arrives on Thursday early morning, just after midnight. The trip itself is quite comfortable and not as tiring as if I took a minicab.
My uncle picked me up in the station, a kind of queer feeling when I saw him and my aunt, the last time I saw them was ½ year ago. They look thinner than what I remembered. My thinking is never going far from worrying how much more time I can still see them again. I never realized that I do love them and actually care about them and afraid to loose them. Then keep wondering whether my choice of being apart from them, only can see them once a while is a right choice that I’ve made.
The street was empty and so cool the air was, it was so fresh, like I want to suck as much air as possible to my lung. Arrived home, I directly went to sleep.
The next day I woke up late, get a big breakfast, home cooking is always the best, well I must admit that words is true. Went to get my driving license done. Then after lunch, went to see my sister in my other auntie’s home. Didn’t stay long there, just drop some cookies, and get some other food in returnJ. Back home, finish the food and went to sleep again. I woke up a bit late in the evening, felt lazy to do anything and again eating. Around midnight I went to pick up my cousin with my uncle to the station. Again the fresh night air was so lovely and freshen me. The town as I notice is still the same as the last time I saw it. A bit more crowded, but everything is what I still recognize. The dark alleys, smell of the night air and wet grass, dim street lights, food stalls open late at night at several spots. Empty streets, shadow of trees, and wet pavements. How those are so familiar to me. As this very moment that I always see when I hear the word “home”. The quiet ride in the old car, conversation of some principle things, what something supposes to be something, to be done someway. The late chat in the veranda, talking about some trivial, joking about the things that are familiar to everybody. Little gossip about this and that, teasing each others. Forgetting a moment about the work, bury down inside personal problems. All is to laugh, all is to talk, all is to share. Forget the pain and the harsh time. Time to talk nonsense and laugh at each other comment. Even a no-comment and no words are already something, that the companion and being able to see face-to-face is something. Waiting for you to come back home from an old friend encounter. Open the door for you when you knock. Offer some food incase you haven’t eaten yet. Ask about how’s the time you had with the friends. This what I called home. With people who I know that everybody will be comfortable, even if there is no words to speak. People that don’t make you being pushed to find a word to start a conversation. People when “hello” and “how are you” is no longer necessary. People who you kept thinking “how if this is the last chance to meet them”. People who’s cooking, when you taste, you will feel something different and indescribable that you can’t even find in a 5-stars hotel food. People who make you feel guilty to yourself, when it is too long you’re being away. People, who never ever say that they love you, but how you love to see them smile and react to your words. People who will set you off and said take a good care. People who always tell you to be careful at work, even tough they don’t understand at all about how you work. People who make you feel empty in the chest when you sit in the airport or station. People who push you to bring with you a full card box of food, incase you miss your old-favorite food there. People who force you to bring the jacket or sweater if inside the car it will be cold. People who ask you to send a short message or call whenever you have arrived, to know that you are safe. Although, after a while, being stuck in the daily routine and work. Being a single, with only yourself and friends. A completely different routine far-far away. Then you start to forget the home-feeling. But it will come and go, never ever fade away. It will be disappear for a moment, but it will come back and remind you again.

The place where you don't struggle to find the place to put the toothbrush. The place where everything seems familiar for you, be a bit older than the last time you saw. The place where you have your favorite spots or chair. The place where you have the same old grumble, of why the old TV is still here or why the lamp is never working.

This is what I call home, that although not often that I remember about it, once a while it will call me back.