I feel a rush of longing as I sit alone in my room writing this entry for my blog. In a few weeks, it’s going to be our high school homecoming and reunion. Sad to say, I could not make it this time.
High school reunion. Every single word evokes memories of the past. I had the chance to attend a few before, but the last one five years ago was by far the grandest I had been to.
There is a mixed feeling of excitement and reluctance as we eagerly wait for the coming day to meet once again former schoolmates and mentors who were once part of our lives. It’s a time when we journey back to the best times of our days when life was young, awkward and free.
Memories of puppy love, crush, heartaches, disappointments and genuine achievements we hold so dear and some we try to get rid of deep into oblivion swiftly come rushing back like a parade on review each scene breathtaking as the next. On this day, the timeworn and the pristine shake hands, the spiritual and the emotional become one. One family. Every face echoes a memory. We gaze at them with eyes half close and let emotions wander into the inner space of our mind. Then we smile, smirk, laugh and get sentimental. It’s total recall!
I may not be there to attend this once in a lifetime event. But my heart has wings and I will be with all of you guys to celebrate the old times. Happy homecoming!