The space that I missed

I spent 3 years of my life here.

It's where I learned how to cook different kind of food,

where I learned how to bake,

how to make kuihs that I never thought I'd make.

I spent 3 years of my life here,

I learned how to appreciate roommates,

I learned that life can be pretty boring without them.

I learned how to share food,

how to save electricity when it's winter,

proved the uni kids that we could have fun without 

involving alcohol.

I made random, impulse decision

when deciding where to go for holidays.

I cried my heart out,

losing two of my loved ones while I was staying there.

I experienced anxiety attack for weeks

and didn't know what it was till I met professionals.

I weeped over getting a C.

I weeped over warning letters from TNB, because of the C.

At the same space,

I woke up to the news of me getting an honorary student award.

At the same space,

I woke up to the news of me getting a scholarship for an all-rounder international student.

At the same space,

I received a phone call about getting a job from Rio Tinto and Amazon.

And at the same space,

I called them back to reject the offer,

because of my loyalty to TNB.

This is the space where

I grow.

As an adult.

I learned about friendship and love.

I learned about trust.

I learned how to let go and let God.

Today,

I'm living on my own at a studio,

with my brother as my part time roommate.

Things are different,

in a good way.

Here, it's home.

But at that space, it means much more.