Leaving Home

 Before when I was still a grader, I never bother thinking of leaving my hometown and my family (especially my mom) but every time I saw my older brothers and sister leave for college, I wonder what do they feel leaving home but after a while of thinking, I would reach the conclusion that they feel terrible leaving me and mom. When I entered high school, there my thoughts about departing my hometown changed. I became so eager to finish high school to escape this place I'm living. Everything about the place just seems to annoy me. The people, the dramas, the pain. I am too wrapped up with my own pain that everything in my way seems to cause me a twinge and I want to escape. I want to abscond. Nevertheless, high school was fun. The people I spend fourth years (mostly ten years) with were also like a remedy to my eagerness of leaving but of course not all. I spend most my days with my friends in school and carried responsibilities I choose to shoulder, though, time seems to end for us after four years of battle with exams, quizzes and high school dramas, my thirst of leaving never seems to quench.

And I've got what I've always been thinking of, attending college in another city which means leaving my hometown. Of course I feel pleased and excited. I prepared everything that I needed, from my enrolment down to my boarding house. Everything is set and done and I'm just waiting for the start of term. In all my preparation for college my mom is always helping me out. There I saw how selfish I was.
Out of hundreds and thousands of cells, I was that one cell who won the racing that day and ever since then my mom is always there for me. I am so eager to run off that I never saw my mom's sadness. For years my mom is always with me, and she loves me.There was never a time in my seventeen years of living that I was away from my mom for even a week. I was so blinded by my excitement of departing that I taken for granted my mom's feeling. Before I never thought of expressing my affection for mom (I'm really not a showy kind of person) because I always thought I always have time for that later. I guess I still have, but not like now that I've got to see her everyday and have meals with her. I'm leaving and it feels like I'm not that excited at all.

I miss my high school batch mates but I miss more my mom. Much more. I'm still home but I'm already missing her. And I guess Harry Potter was right, it is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up. (Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire)