this journey

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

Ever since I was a kid I'd always dreamt of travelling around the world. 

On my own, pulling my suitcase as I walked through an alley that smells like memories. There will be a camera hung around my neck as I frantically looked at the map in my hand, trying to figure out the way to my destination. 

I'll meet the natives of that place and they'll gladly show me the way to the nearest B&B where I'll be greeted by the owner with such warmth and kindness that melts away all the feeling of tiredness. 

During the late afternoon, I'll go to the harbour with my camera in hand and look at the sunset. The sound of the waves crashing into the wall of the harbour will make me forget all my worries in the world. The soft and cool evening breeze will caress my face gently, taking away all my troubles with it.

During the night, I'll go out to have a drink in the town where I'll meet more friendly people and we'll talk and laugh all day. Then I'll be invited to go to their houses to have a chat with their families. I'll tell them about Malaysia and my hometown, Kuching while they'll suggest great venues for me to visit in their town. 

It will be late at night when I finally got back to my B&B. As I walk down the quiet street, the stars were shining brightly, filling the night sky with their pretty light. And it was such an amazing view because the stars were a bit different from the ones at home. 

As I lay down in my bed at the B&B, I stared at the outside night sky through the window, while feeling excited for tomorrow that I could not sleep. And I finally did while listening to the croaking of the frogs and crickets as they greeted the night. 

I'd journeyed to a few places in my 19 years of living. But now I realized that the best journey of all is the journey back to my home.