Homesickness brought me in YouTube
yesterday. My soul was so desperate to hear a song in particular–a Christmas
one. As soon as I played that three-year-old revival record, sang by my
favorite artist, I felt Noel is calling me home. I listened to it until I napped
the afternoon away. And when I got up from that long siesta, I still had the
same song in my mind. It was the first one I enjoyed and also the LSS (Last
Song syndrome) of the day.
Funny me, but I have had it on repeat the
whole day from noon until evening. It was my lullaby for my nap and was the rhythm
for my exercise and my soul’s only MRS (Most Requested Song) all through dinner.
What an early nostalgia! Because going home for Christmas is already in my
bucket lists this year. I’m just kind of excited and can’t wait to spend time
with my family and friends back there for this long awaited season. For now, let
this early, nostalgic drama gets me. I’m beginning to count my remaining days in this
current work place.
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