I just want to tell that I’m missing home very much. Back when I was still in Bandung, studying and after that, working, I had the chance to go home at least once in a year, and I often take that opportunities for granted. But now, I’ve only been abroad for just less than four months, I’m missing my home very much.
I’ve mentioned that to keep my sanity, I became a member of Reading Film Theatre (RFT). RFT is a community whose (I think) sole activity is to held movie screenings in The University of Reading about twice or thrice a week, at term time. The Mastercard commercial I showed you, was played several times at the beginning of a movie, along a bunch of other commercials. I went to watch the movies alone since no one I know was interested enough in “wasting” £3.50 for a movie.
I am not ashamed when I say I cried silently when I first saw the ad. I cried silently when I saw the ad the second times. I cried silently everytime I watched that commercial, played in a dark theatre, with no one sitting next to me. I felt that I’m not home.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not celebrating Christmas, I’m a Muslim. But the people’s smile, hugs, laughters, joy, showed in the commercial when they finally meet and greet the ones they were waiting for at the airport, the happiness of the people who finally come home, they really hit me. Not to mention the song, Come Home by Findlay Brown (live) (the full video of the song), it’s perfect for the atmosphere.
I think that the home I’m missing is not the actual building, it’s the atmosphere of being with people closest to me, people that I know and love, my family.
So, here is to you, Ibu (Batu, Jawa Timur), Mas (Jakarta), dan Bapak (Cinagara, Jawa Barat): I really really miss you all. Despite that I know that you all are always here with me, I’m still missing you.
