I walked into the Walgreen store on Jackson street and the radio in the store happened to be playing Bee Gees' Massachusetts, a song I grew up with. Its lyric and rhythm struck me as it always does. Suddenly, a sense of sadness overwhelmed me. Home? Where is home to me? How to define a home? Having been in the foreign land for 15 yrs, and I still try to define my own home? As far as I am concerned, a home has nothing to do with one's marital status... Emotionally, I do feel like those homeless people occasionally..
When my niece and I were in Italy, she frequently mentioned about her homesickness, and I know what she refers to. Personally, is Malaysia or America my home? Or I am still looking for one?.... Perhaps, that is the curse of having too many options.
Though I am still uncertain of my "physical home" on this earth, I am absolutely certain of my eternal home.
Massachusetts by Bee Gees
"Feel Im goin back to massachusetts,Somethings telling me I must go home.And the lights all went out in massachusettsThe day I left her standing on her own.Tried to hitch a ride to san francisco,Gotta do the things I wanna do.And the lights all went out in massachusetts. They brought me back to see my way with you.Talk about the life in massachusetts,Speak about the people I have seen,And the lights all went out in massachusettsAnd massachusetts is one place I have seen.I will remember massachusetts... ".....
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