Moment

I write what I want, wherever I want, whenever I want. And this is what I want to write during my flight back from home to home. Yes, I write it right. Home to home. In this lifetime, there must be some of you who feel that you actually belong to some cities not just one. I called some cities as home. One home for the place where I was born, one for the place I spend my childhood, one for the place where I currently live now and one for the place where you are. I mean you, yes you, the one who hold my heart for so long.

Being in the city I called home is always exciting, I got to travel the street I used to walk through every day or every weekend. Visit places and remembering the story behind that place, not only remembering but writing another one as well. Realizing that some place does change. Reminiscing the good old days.

I always love the idea of writing short story about moment and taking picture of the moment, because these things will keep me remember the moment clearly. As some of you may already understand that its true, picture and memory stay but not the people. I always love looking back to the picture I took year ago. My head will play the memory just like a song and reading through all the writing I wrote help me remembering the details.

As for me a moment worth to write is a moment worth to remember forever. Some moment might remind sweet some might turn to sour but whatever happen I still love to cherish those moment and all characters in it. For those sweet moment that turned to shitty one, I still love it the way I always have, because even for a split second that moment was the reason why the happiness inside me become real.