nostalgia
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Two nights ago I had some time instead of rushing my body to sleep, so I lay in bed with my eyes closed. I couldn't dream awake, no, but I did the next nearest thing, and imagined myself back in Lagoon View. In the narrower confines of my old bed, (I nearly fell of Joel's bed the last time I tried it last year) with the double-glazed windows above my head, shielding out the drone of the late night traffic on the ECP. Below my feet, the box of Lego, and a little beyond that, my wall wardrobe I shared with Joel.
Sleeping with my side turned to the room, and not the wall, in front of me, about one and a half meters across the worn but nevertheless reliable parquet floor, lay Joel's and my table. It would most likely be cluttered, stacked with unfiled school work (I might have been learning differentiation at that point) and other knick knacks. On the wall next to my table would hold my Notice that Joel bought me as a birthday gift (or was it?) long time ago at Tampines Mall, the one that mentioned somewhere about not reporting sexual harassment. It's still up here on my wall, in this eight month old house.
I smelt the sea breeze, or at least tried my best to. I imagined the wooden boards above me that supported Joel on the upper deck, (which my dad said might have been the cause of many nightmares, me knowing a physical barrier was right above me) and for a few minutes, I felt the nostalgia. Nostalgia is a nice thing to experience. It doesn't need to consititue longing for something very badly, but more simply of... recalling the good times (or bad) with satisfactory retrospect. (is that even a proper term?)
posted by joseph at 10:38 PM