Cabbage and Seaweed Soup

I remembered my first meal here the moment I arrived and in the middle of winter and the unaccustomed crowd of Flushing. We went to a hole in a wall Chinese place and there they always serve this cabbage and seaweed soup that comes with every meal. The soup was relatively simple because it was cheap to make for the restaurant.

This afternoon as I went to get lunch I decided to have that Chinese place for lunch, which I have not been for a while. I brought it back home to eat as the restaurant was a little crowded. I decided to have the soup first for some reason. That has left me experiencing the meal in a very different manner. Memories flooding back to me, especially feelings of embracing the new place that I am in. 

It has been more than 5 years now and it seems like ages ago to being here in New York as so much that has happened every year. Kansas is a distant memory and so much more Malaysia. New York has been a place I called home, a place where I have to find my security, a place to vent, a place to feel safe, a place to feel like I can let loose. 

But the last few days has been challenging to that very notion of home. Knowing that subconsciously, I can never find a true home until I find it to be with God again, but this feeling is almost like not being able to touch my very feet to the ground to stand firm.

So goes another memory lane from a cup of soup, I am so not ready to go through al these changes.