I loved every one of them
Thirdly [and finally] I wish to talk about appreciation. When I was 4, I visited Malaysia for the first time. Then, when I was 11, my Dad moved there for 3 years. I visited him 5 times [free flights each time lol] and I loved it each and every time. And obviously, it was a family holiday. I have also been to Thailand, Singapore, Borneo, USA [many parts of it] France, Spain, Lanzarote, Belgium, Switzerland and Italy. I love travelling, I would do it for my entire life if I could. I know other people who are also well travelled, who go skiing every year, go on great holidays every year, yet it isn’t appreciated by the 14 year old. She cried the whole night before and morning that they were leaving, and wrote it all over Facebook that she didn’t want to go. Okay then, you don’t go, I will go in your place. ANYONE would happily go in her place. Silly girl.
Wednesday,
Tonight I wish to discuss the concept of “home”. This is because I am going home, to Purley, in two days time. This time in two days I will be at home – this is a very exciting thing for me. Because you see I have not been home since the 9th January – so this weekend would have been 11 weeks since I have seen my house, my friends, and my Dad (I saw my Mum 9 weeks ago, and John a month ago). This is a really scary thought.
When I was starting year 7, my Dad moved to Malaysia with his work. While this was great as we got free flights to go and see him, so in essence free holidays, we obviously missed him greatly. We as a family have always had an emotional attachment to Malaysia from a holiday in 1996, so any chance to go back there was willingly jumped at. We have so many great memories there, from riding elephants to snorkeling in the shallows of tiny islands to seeing orang-utans up close in their sanctuary. Continue reading “As far as I remember, I loved it”