Homey.
In just a matter of days, Ramadhan will leave us and Syawal follows right after. Eid this year would be different. Somehow my heart’s not truly in it. After 3 years of celebrating Eid in the States, I guess I tend to have expectations. Of course, the bigger the expectations, the bigger the disappointments. I blame myself for harboring such feelings. I feel like kicking myself over these things.
Going back to an empty house sounds sad, doesn’t it. But that’s just it; it’s a house. A home, on the other hand could invoke so much memories; even if there are no inhabitants in the house. I have my own fair share of memories; it’s too bad I can’t share it widely. The demons from the past ate up too much of our ties around; if only it is mendable like 5-year-olds bickering over something silly like a doll.
Ah well, here’s to a different kind of Eid this time around. However the food will always remain. Old time favorites would be lemang, ketupat palas, beef rendang, burasak eaten with ikan parang masak asam pedas (I’m Javanese blooded, but I eat Bugis food, oh so yummy).
