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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

My Safe Haven

Nothing feels better than Grandma's house, don't you think?

My grandmother's house, is like a safe haven, a sanctuary for me to settle my thoughts and rest for the day. It has always been a nest to me, but I only came to realise it a few days back.

It was a friday afternoon, and life had been rushing by at top speed. I just finished school and was in a hurry to meet this guy friend of mine. I had been looking forward to it for a couple of days, and even rushed my mathematics paper ( I believe I was the first in class to finish it), just so I could leave early and prepare myself. However, when I checked my phone, an message from him came in, asking if we could meet one and a half hours later. My heart sank immediately, the feeling you get when you were expecting something and got disappointed (there I go again, expecting something. But who was I to know about this turn of events?) What was I going to do for one and a half hours?

I did not want to stay in school nor go home. So I decided to drop by my grandmother's house for lunch, and to rest there for a while.

I rang the doorbell. No one was at home except for the maid. I dropped down my books and bag, while she cooked lunch for me. At this point in time, I felt very relaxed, and my breathing felt light, easier. (: Lunch was simple: instant noodles with eggs. However, the whole calm atmosphere of the house--the white floors, the sun glowing gently behind the curtains, the breeze which was ever-present in the house, the warm food-- gave me the best feeling ever!

It was then where I settled my thoughts for the day, and forgot about the rush and excitement to meet my friend. After all, he is just one of the crazy day-to-day events that come and go; the peace and serenity I felt there was a rare gem, one that should be treasured. So I just sat there, slurping my noodles, thinking about nothing too exhilarating.


The hour and a half passed by quickly, and I almost-reluctantly picked up my books and my bag, thanked the maid, and left the house to meet my friend.

I hope I can revisit my very own sanctuary some time soon; and I hope I will feel the same way as I did. It was divine. :)