Recording memories
I just cleaned up my room as Melbourne is in spring now, and summer is approaching, very soon. And I accidentally found my secret box which has all of my pictures, drawings, thoughts and hand writing letters i have kept for years. I found myself on a quiet place at my house. Morning sunlight shone throw the window. I tilted my head back, breathing the fresh breeze of spring. My memories jumped up and ambushed me as each page was slowly opened...
I saw me as a 18 year-old kid in my hand drawings. I was with my friends, siting on a big bench in campus till late night. I was seeking for advices as I was deciding to drop off my current university and start over in another country. We were discussing and gazing at other groups of student playing basketball. The weather in early autumn was still generally quite hot and humid. A brisk wind blew throw my hair, going with the delicate fragrance of milkwood pine flowers. Under the weak light radiated from the street-lamps, all I felt was the excitements and curiosity, wondering "Will it be ok?".
The notebook brought me back to the atmosphere at the airport before I went to Melbourne. The airport was thicken by people. My family and friends are all there. My mom was busy taking care of me. She talked faster, and did things faster. She carefully double checked my luggages, wrote the name tags, and didn't forget telling me to stay safe and asking me to keep updating her once i arrived. My dad cried his eyes out. His big dark eyes got flooded in tears. My dad tried hard to wipe them away, pretending like he was ok. His voice cracked. I had never seen him like this before. I knew that I love them immensely! I appreciated all of my friends who came, they gave me hugs, gifts and blessing. I put one of my friend's letter carefully in the back of a notebook. The paper has turned into ivory colour and the dark navy letters have gotten faded away because of time. I remember I bursted out at the first time I opened it, and I still cry now, after these years. For a moment, I realised that we all need family and we all need friends.
My notebook is stuffed with full of thoughts. I says pretty much of every new things I had experienced and the new people I had met. I wrote about the strange summer sky in Melbourne, which made me wait till late to see the blue sky turned pale blue and finally transformed into dark navy. I wrote about how excited my Japanese friend was when she firstly tried my Vietnamese food and how I felt when I tried hers. I wrote about my beloved room mates, and I wrote about how lucky I am to have them. I was so graceful about being surround by great people, that believe it is unable to express my feelings by words. I gave my classmates at uni my drawing as the gifts, hopefully, they would remember me as the way I do. Everything seem so vivid to me as I feel like I got back in time.
I still try to record what happens in my life, even just my silly thoughts. Once looking back, I am thankful for what I have been through and treasure the present!














