While my memory still fresh now, i would like to note down what i have experienced in my dream.
What a nostalgic, i dream about my family, my father, my mother and our home.
In my dream i saw how our house gradually changed/evolved from a small to its current shape. I still remember, the first time when i moved in staying with my grandma and my cousin while my both parent and brother were staying at the other island, the house looked so old because the wall was not painted..
In my dream, my father took care of everything from building up the house.
When i think back, i was amazed by how everything was done..
It is like finding a lost memory in my dream..
In reality i might not have time to think of it, but in dream it flash back everything..
Come to think of it, without realizing it, perhaps it is the reason why everytime when i was back from singapore to batam, i would always rush back to my hometown..It is really a kind of feeling that i can not describe using word..My family is there waiting for me..
The house used to be lively because all my brother, cousin, grandma were all there..but now, only left my parents and my sister as the rest had moved out..my cousin married, my brother pursue their study at batam and my grandma stay with my grandpa..
The house is so empty now, all of sudden i have an urge to rush back, "pa, ma i'm back"...
Is this what we called homesick? well, perhaps...