I closed my eyes...

I was on twitter this morning and as i follows Jason Mraz, for the first time after so many days he (or whoever runs his twitter) wrote "Happy to be back in Australia" and I thought that's unfair, I wanna be Happy to be back in Australia tooooo, only I'm not.

Which reminds me the last time I were in Sydney was in 2006 and that was the last time I buried my feet under the Brighton Beach sands. I took one final look of the place I grew up in, it seems like only yesterdays me and my girlfriends were rocking the boat in our skimpy pajamas and silly dances. I can recall the sleepless nights we had over a monopoly game we played to cover up our seemingly endless heart to heart talks.

I remembered every birthdays we celebrated, every laughter on the kitchen floor, every songs we sang on the balcony, every winter days in front of the heater. There was the place I turned strangers into friends, and friends into families. Before I walked out the door, I gazed around the apartment, to make sure that I had captured every corner of it to carry it in my heart. A place I, we all once called home.