I know, I’ve posted this on FB… but I couldn’t help it. I suddenly feel so homesick and the “home” is not even the one I’m living now or the one at my kampung. I miss this “home”..
I miss this house so much it hurts. It’s like missing someone you love.
I spent 14 years in this house, 18 years in this place though but we stayed at a different house for about 4 years.
I know this house is not even pretty. It’s made of zinc on the outside and plywood on the inside. If this house was built in KK, we would probably fry inside. But it was built at the foot of Mt Kinabalu and at that time, it was misty almost all day. My room was upstairs, the leftmost window. Every morning, when I open the curtain [back window], I was greeted by the majestic blue mountain. I took it for granted back then – the view – and what I would give to see the view again.
the bathroom was built with white tiles, there’ a big green bathtub and an old style heater.
The big tree on the right of the picture used to have little red fruit and birds like it there. Being a little tomboy back then, I liked to take a few shots at the birds with my slingshot and I did hit some. Kejam, kan? I’m sorry, but it was a lot of fun 😛
my sister’s tali pusat was buried under the house and I still remember the exact spot because I buried it. I was 12, coming to 13 and I remember, it was inside a Nespray tin and I dug a shallow hole to bury it. Thank God the dogs never found it 🙂
the stairs at the side of the house was the originally built one, but when the Management of the Mamut Quarters decided to renovate the house, my mom ask them to leave the stairs there so she can put her flower pots on them.
in front of the house is where we used to play, had our dancing practices or sometimes the place to just sit/lie on.
I miss this place A LOT!
Miranda Lambert – The House That Built Me
I know they say you cant go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam.
But these handprints on the front steps are mine.
And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
my favorite dog is buried in the yard.I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
if I could just come in I swear I’ll leave.
Won’t take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.Mama cut out pictures of houses for years.
From ‘Better Homes and Garden’ magazines.
Plans were drawn, concrete poured,
and nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream.I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave.
Won’t take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave.
Won’t take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.