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Home Away From Home

by @lyra-ultraviolet

Here I am, halfway across the globe, Seven continents away from home, Isolated by barriers of roaring seas, With no one but myself for familiar company. Weeks and weeks of new faces in classes, Campus teeming with foreign masses, Culture shock is an understatement, everything that I see suffers my judgement. Chinese Malaysian - my identity, becomes dissected and questioned by all I meet. Tired of having to explain my heritage, Tired of feeling like I need to change. White and yellow - a clash so supreme. "Shoes off by the front door, if you please," this request met with countless clueless faces, then I remember: different customs, different places. I made friends, I wasn't alone, but they're different from friends from home. It was nice on the surface but I wanted connection, understanding of my culture and recollection. Then I met you that fall Halloween night, though fireworks were scarce, things were alright, I left the party with no expectations, us being Asians didn't mean a connection. Then we saw each other every Monday, your friends became my friends, here to stay. Then that winter night clicked us into place, there was no escape from threads of fate. You were born here and  this land is your home, but when I see you, I feel it all in my bones. Connection is true, my heart feels at ease, when I'm with you, there is nothing but peace. I find home in you when I need it most, when I feel alone, like my past are my ghosts. You tell me we ate the same snacks in our childhoods, celebrated the same festivals, loved the same foods. Your grandma speaks the language of my mother, joss sticks at the altar to venerate your grandfather, the more I love you, the more I realize, we were continents apart but lived the same lives. "I found my home in you" sounds so cliche, but it's so much more than just something to say. It's the truth and it means the world to me that we can connect both of our histories. Destiny, fate, sweet serendipity, It's wonder you wound up here with me, It only took me eight thousand miles to find you, i hope this lasts a while. Here I am, halfway across the globe, it turns out, not so far from home, Now homesick takes on more than one meaning, how lucky am I for this very feeling.
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Apr 28, 2019
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kuala lumpur ----> california

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