It's already been the second night home, and I still cannot sleep at night. Partially, it's because of the jet lag that I've been suffering from the fourteen-hour time zone difference between here and Montezuma; the main reason may be because I still miss UWC and its people so much. As one said, we UWC students have two homes: the family we have grown up with and UWC, and it does take time to switch from one home to another. I don't know how long it might take, but it definitely takes longer than I expected. This morning waking up at 2 A.M., I still felt the thoughts and memories of UWC burning in my head, which kept me awake for another three hours.
5 A.M., I turned off La Valse d' Amelie and closed my computer. I made a quick decision, hoping to get me out of this loop of mental state of UWC nostalgia. The house was still dark, and I was the only person staying awake. Silently walking on my toes back to my room, I put on the MIT sweatshirt before grabbing the Ipod and my camera and leaving home. It actually has been a long time since I last took a walk around my neighborhood early in the morning, for the last several summers I always stayed up late at night to wake up at noon the day after. I soon left home and became ready to capture the familiar early morning scenes that used to be my daily accompany on my way to school during my middle school life.
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| A corner around my house street |
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| The street that I walked on everyday before leaving this city for High School |
It was not until this morning that I realized I missed this street not only for two UWC years, but also for two other High School year after I left my city to pursue my study in Ho Chi Minh City. This street is of nothing special, really, except for the fact that I rode my bicycles on it every time I was sad, or some times just to enjoy the fun of riding the bike in the tropical rain. It's not too busy, nor too quiet, and that's why I actually like it so much. To me, a perfect road is one that has just enough of the urban atmosphere to relieve my loneliness, but not too much of a turbulence to distract me.
I was like the only person in the whole huge city in the early morning (except for some random vehicles that would like to present in my pictures). Walking alone in the early morning has its own benefits: I can fully enjoy the public views without actually sharing it to anyone. Plus, when there are not that many vehicles and siren noise all around, I could care more about things that I would never notice before - the sky is one example. In the faraway horizon, there is the sun coming up from the sea surface (you can see the orange region behind the clouds). I can't wait to go to the beach again with my best friend to watch the sunrise again.
Actually, I fell asleep while trying to type this blog entry, so I would not expect it to be any longer. By the time I got home again, the sky was already too bright so these pictures don't exactly fit into the title "early dawn" anymore. But anyways, these scenes are from the houses around my house, and it totally confirmed to me that I was home. Home. It's time to adjust myself to this home once again, and live like how I did before. I felt uneasy for a moment, but I realized that soon after when I leave for university in the next school year, I would not have that much chance to come back here. I should appreciate it.
And finally, my house.
Bonus of this pictures series is the paparazi pic of my sleeping siblings. Actually they are so cute haha, and they are so young that no one would imagine they are actually my siblings.
I start to love this home again, maybe not with my full heart, but I've got the feelings, after an early dawn.
