When have things changed?

Today I went to Bintang Plaza, or what most people around here like to call "Parkson". As I looked around my favourite haunt - Popular Bookstore - I wondered, "When have things changed?"

It looked exactly the same really. But the feeling is different.

This is the first time that I feel like this coming home. The feeling that everything has changed. For every situation, every place, every person, I have a special feeling. I'm sure a lot of people do. But for me, these feelings are very intense. They define everything. Once the feelings are gone, or have changed, it will never be the same again. Over the four years, each time I come back, something is different at first. Then after a couple of days, the feelings come back. My heart remembers them again and all remains the same.

But this year, everything has changed. It's been more than three weeks, the feelings have not come back. They're gone. At times I feel like a foreigner in my own hometown. I don't feel like I belong anymore. I really don't. I never thought I'd be saying this in a million years. I want to go back to Melbourne.