Senti-Mental

Few things I wish to go back are:

1) My old room. Funny how even though I’m living in a bigger room (I actually conquered the master bed room at my current house which is 3 times bigger and taller then my old one) the old one seem more cozy.

2) My old house. Sure it was cramp but again there’s this cozyness factor. It was so small that we always HAD to bump into each other as a family. Now, I could hide all day in my room upstairs without needing to see anyone.

3) My dogs. Weird though, I can’t remember any of my cats, I think I had like 25 cats all my life. But deep in my memories are each and every dog that I rare. My first pet was a pair of spitz. I still could remember how my dad brought them in a small basket. Or how they were drinking milk from a pottered plate. Or how on the night, the female dog gave birth to puppies and the male dog was so so excited jumping all around the dog house which was lit up by an old lamp. Or how one used to ‘sing’ to my piano playing either out of pleasure or pain, I’d never know. Okay, you can see I miss my dogs much.

4) The closeness of certain friends. I guess a few of us just drifted apart.

Yet, I don’t want to shortchange the future by paying too much time on my past. I’m learning that if you focus too much on the past, you fail to see the good things in the future or worst, good things right before you. And the danger sometimes of not moving on when its time to box certain presents and label it past.