AMIHAN
It’s been a while since I write. Have you ever felt so nostalgic at 2 am? When you’re in the middle of breakdown and anticipation? Your emotion is unstable but you’re hopeful. Have you ever felt home somewhere and missed it? It’s almost a year working in my dream school. It was my goal. it was my shining glory. Yes, it’s awesome to achieve some of the cliché sounds from people that when you work for it, you will get it. I can’t deny, I’m proud and happy. But I’d like to romanticize the feeling of missing a place where it felt like sunshine, it felt like heaven, it felt like paradise where I get to see the people who’s only anticipation is good waves in the morning and in sunset. I miss the place where it made me forget my worldly identity. The place where it healed my brokenness. I’m shied to say that I always get so impulsive going there but it was worth the long journey. After an hour of sitting and looking the view of the city, slowly it’s becoming yellow. The trees and then...