I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. And my soul is understood.
There is a particular book that’s been lying by my bedside for almost a year now. I try not to devour it in a single setting. I want to savour each chapter and do some self-reflection.
Today, I found myself at the chapter on Gratitude. It’s been four years since I returned to my home country. Although my footsteps have regained its pace to keep up with the city I live in, my heart hasn’t.
Somehow I became one of those people who never have time to feel delight despite owning it all. I was stretched in so many directions, I wasn’t feeling much of anything.
‘Make a gratitude journal of five things you were grateful for every day’, says the book. I intend to give it a go. Let’s see how many grateful moments are there for me to note down. Perhaps then, more pieces of my heart will return to the city I grew up in. Perhaps not.
Listening to: Chains/Drag Me Down (Acoustic Mashup) by Megan Davies