The Day I Met Andy

As I sat down at the balcony and lean against the weathered pillow, I began to realize how much I was going to miss this moment of solutide which I always looked forward to after a bad day. Together with some of the withering plants, it is the place which has brought some of the most memorable days to me. Just like when before she left, many nights had we hung out together there. Taking in the breezy air along with the sound of people downstairs either just chilling by the pool side or being dared to jump into the chlorinated water.

We'll be moving out tomorrow, stopping by occasionally to pick up whatever that we had left behind; books that were left for months unread on the shelves, shoes that had long been unworn, untouched decorative pieces, things like that. I'm going to miss coming back to this place which had been my little peaceful haven for more than a decade. The place where I always look forward to every month ever since I was back in my times table-memorizing days. The place where I know I'll always be a part of. The place where I know I could always run to after a heated argument with the parents back home.

This house had seen me through so many chapters of my life. Like the night before my Asean scholarship entry exam, followed by the interview some weeks later. The day when I was looking forward to our first date together to the summer splash party back in '06. The nights where I was so frustrated doing my assignment of the St.Basil collage. When I cried over the phone to Lisa and the relief to know that I'll always have this friend by my side no matter how badly I've screwed up. And when I went straight to the comp the moment I reached home to blog about the two-hour queue for tickets to Muse.

Tonight was slightly different though. For the first time the little balcony gave me some serenity and peace in a more optimistic manner. It did not make me dwell in the sadness of having to leave this place after so many years of comfort. It did not console by letting me know that it is okay to want to feel sad and depressed. Tonight, it gave me a sense of hope and a small touch of happiness. It made me realize how many fireworks that had been litted and sparked off in the dark sky to celebrate everyones' lives here till this very day and how I've missed out on most of those joyous occasions. It reminded me that it is not the house that gave me that sense of belonging and being loved unconditionally but the people who lived in it. It taught me to appreciate every single moment I still have to be with the people I love. And for the first time, it actually made me step back into the house with a smile. =)

Thank you for bringing a special person to walk into my life today for it is from him that I realized that there is still a spark of faith I had in Him which I thought had long been put out.