Last night, I dreamed i found a house that looks exactly like my house where i had spent my whole life growing up. The house was new, there were some workmen inside. The walls were polished and clean, the floor was a little bit dusty due the on going construction, the furnitures were not even placed there, but i was sure 100% that was my house. In the back of the house, the wall was crafted with horses relief. Pure grey, like how it was before my dad decided to color it few years ago, but the sculpts looked slightly different. There was someone sitting in back terrace, in the same place my dad usually sit nowadays. The chair was rattan, for a split second I thought it must be my grandmother. But when she turned around, she was a middle age woman i don't know. Not too old, but her hands were slim and wrinkly. She wear jade bracelets like my grandmother used to wear. Strange, i don't remember her face clearly when i woke up. She walked towards me, slowly like an old woman, saying the house isn't ready yet. I was there with my Boyfriend, and i was a little amazed to found a new version of my house. I took photos, to show my brother, i thought. I asked the middle aged woman if i could go upstairs, but she didn't let me. I looked up and i saw a few furniture already placed upstairs. Does she live here? She handed me a namecard. This is the designer of the house, she said. Before i could read it, i was woken up.
For once in my life, through a dream, i miss my home. This big house used to be filled with families and warm cooks. I will leave the house soon after i get married in a few months. My brother also had planned to get married in a few years and move out from the house. My dad is planning to sell the house for some reasons. The fact that i might not able to come back again here in the future gave me mixed feelings. For once, i feel utterly upset if this house was no longer ours.
