I’ve been lacking creative ideas or stories to tell, so I clearly have no idea why I’m even writing this right now.
BUT, I am going back home for the summer (thus the title) and I couldn’t help but think back on the memories of being back home . The last time I was back home, was two years ago and it feels like an eternity. Hopping on that plane and preparing for a 9 hour flight won’t be the fun part, but at least when that plane lands, I’ll be home.
Going back home always reminds me of where I’m from and why I am who I am. I’m from a really small island called Aruba and the population is, maybe like, what? a 100 thousand people? Maybe a 200 thousand? It’s still a small population compared to where I live now. I currently live in the Netherlands and the population here is almost 17 million people. That’s huge.
But back to my home island (that sounded harsh). I will not lie to you and tell you that I will drop everything to move back, because I wouldn’t. Now, don’t get the wrong idea. Just hear me out. I wouldn’t do that, because I moved to a new place and met new people and got to experience new things. And the great thing about this is that I get to go home after a few years and tell all my relatives and friends about the things I went through. It wouldn’t be as fun if I had to move back. What would I tell people? ‘ Hey I went to the beach today and I’m going tomorrow again and the day after that too’?
AGAIN, don’t get me wrong. I would love to go to the beach that often. My point to this is that it’s nice to be somewhere else where you experience new things that you can tell people later.
There are times where I do wish I was back home. The main reasons are my two siblings, dad and stepmother. My little sister is seven years old and my little brother is three years old, so you’d understand the guilt of not being able to see them grow up in front of you, if you can relate.
But, despite missing my little munchkins, I’m happy some decisions were made throughout my life that have led to this.
*takes a quick break*
*comes back after an hour*
Okay, I’m back. Now back to business. Don’t tell me you don’t think back at the memories of yourself as an infant at times. I think most of us have always loved our childhood growing up. Maybe some of us didn’t love our childhood, it’s okay, I respect that. But when I think of HOME, the first thing that pops in my head is my childhood. I remember the times of me going to school, wearing my uniform, hanging out with my friends by the gazebo during our breaks. I remember much younger times like going to family gatherings, going to church every Sunday with dad or walking in the park and going to the movies. All the fun old memories that you never can escape.
So I guess I’m ending this right here. There’s really not much more to say. I think the important lesson of today is to not only remember where you’re from, but also to grasp as much memories to remember as possible. Whether it’s from the past, the present or the future, always breath every moment you’re living. That way you will have stories to tell people later.
“I’m a hometown girl, and my personality at home is the opposite of the performer in me. But then, when I’m home and haven’t done anything for a while, I get really itchy and nervous and weird-feeling.”
“I really had to imagine the kind of person that I would have been if I had never left my hometown. I don’t think I would have been a very pleasant person.”