Going Home

Today as I was packing to get ready to go back to Sibu, I was suddenly overcome with homesickness. I usually don't think about my hometown much, but today my memories just came flooding back.

It's been two years since I've been home.

I only stayed in Sibu for eight years, but I spent my most of my childhood and teenage years there, so I've always had the most affection for it.

During my Belfast years, I used to hear this song called Caledonia on tv and on radio. Every time I hear it I'll get homesick. It was a song that speaks of someone's longing and love for the place where he came from. Although the song was referring to Caledonia (Scotland), the sentiments expressed in the song is universal.

You can hear Lisa Kelly's version below, although I personally prefer Frankie Miller's version (here).




Caledonia

I don't know if you can see
The changes that have come over me
In these last few days I've been afraid
That I might drift away
So I've been telling old stories, singing songs
That make me think about where I came from
And that's the reason why I seem
So far away today

Oh, but let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia you're calling me
And now I'm going home
If I should become a stranger
You know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything
I've ever had

Now I have moved and I've kept on moving
Proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing
Found others on the way
I have kissed the ladies and left them crying
Stolen dreams, yes there's no denying
I have traveled hard with coattails flying
Somewhere in the wind

(Chorus)
Now I'm sitting here before the fire
The empty room, the forest choir
The flames that could not get any higher
They've withered now they've gone
But I'm steady thinking my way is clear
And I know what I will do tomorrow
When the hands are shaken and the kisses flow
Then I will disappear