i come back home every 6 month in calculate. but if i wanna realize it deeper, i feel like i come home every 3 months. it doesn't make me feel like homesick anymore. it tends to feel like boring to look at them and greet them every 3 months. it doesn't mean that i prefer to spend my holiday in Bali either, but it feels like waste of time if i come home and nobody greets me well.
they are changing. slowly but, sure! the become somebody i never meet before. the become somebody else with much of tension and very, uhm... mean. not only my dad. but my mom too. my sister, brother and everyone. they can't keep staying like who they before for me. change is good. if we change together. but, i just think this is the bad time. time change them int difference person, and time doesn't work the same to me. time change me. but into different direction.
still, until now i know that distance and time can change me into someone more... adult and wiser. into someone that thinks that family is everything. to the someone who dumbly thinks that the "Family" still wants and welcome you home nice and warmly when you are home. but now, everything changes.
especially, my sister. both of my sister are changing. the older, the younger, both make me crazy. how they act to the older people, how they talk, how the quarrel to each another, i hate this. i hate if they change into someone like this. i want them back. like what they used to be. they become easily speak rude, saying something bad like B word to older especially to mom. my dad and my mom become really weak too. not on body specification, but how they try to control my brother and sister. they become, so much flexible to them. first they banned them, than nagged to them, but still give the freedom to do anything, until now, they obviously let them to do anything they want without nagging, complaining and everything.
idont know if i can keep doing this. watching them hurt each other, especially my parents.
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