It is the first rainy day of January when she landed her feet on the ground. The smell of rain reminded her so much of this place. The memories played repeatedly in the back of her mind as she made her way to the coffee shop nearby just to shelter and to warm away from the rain. It's been a couple of years now, and yet she still remembers this place as one she loved the most.
She never liked coffee before. But living in someone's country made her drink it every day, just to keep her warm, warm enough that she felt at home. And now, she never thought she will order a cup of coffee, in a local coffee shop, from her birth country, just to feel what she lost the most.
She sits in the corner of the room, facing the window. And this is another thing that she hates; sitting close to the window. She never liked it. She thought it makes people from the outside look at her. But there's this feeling right now, that she needs to sit there and see what changes have occurred in this place.
She sees through the window that there's a small stage in the middle of the road. She wonders, who the hell is the person who wants to perform when it rains like this? And she just realized that the road now is crowded with human beings. There's no car. Just people. And she understands that this is one thing that changes. This place has changed.
And there is a little gig on the stage. It's from a local band in this city. Although it was still raining, the people are not giving up and still watching the band. She smiles because she has always liked bands. Either from local or international. She has always enjoyed the music.
But then her smile disappeared the moment the local band start to sing. It used to be her favorite song, the song that you always put on repeat, again, and again until one day you hate it because something made you hate it. Just like home.
Home? She thought to herself. Is the song that used to be your favorite, and you listen to it repeatedly, and then eventually get bored of it until one day you change to another song, but when you put your music on shuffle, and every time that song plays again, you skip it, but you can never bare to delete it, is like home?
Maybe it is, she answered as she sips her coffee. She looks again at the window and realized the sun is going down. The city lights are on, and it makes this place look much more beautiful than she’s ever remembered the last time she's here.
The road is more crowded than ever, they are really excited to watch that little gig, and she doesn't blame them to sing that song. She drinks, and she does, and she hears things that she hates and yet, she doesn't complain. She finished her coffee after being mesmerized by the change of this place and put a tip for the waitress before going out.
The last thing she hates is the crowd. She has a little bit of claustrophobia. But today, she doesn't feel like it. It's like she has to go to the middle of the road, bonding with people, and watch that little gig.
And once again, she smiles. She smiles so wide that it makes people who see it will think that she was crazy. But no, she smiles because she realized that maybe.. maybe she has changed too. And although she does everything she hates, At least I am home. She thought to herself.
Yes, she's finally coming home.
For my bestie, my sister from another mother, my partner in crime! Your early birthday present. I'm sorry for what I did yesterday. Please don't be mad at me anymore :( love you, G!
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