.Monday, December 28, 2009 ' 8:50 PM Y
After blogging last night I went to watch Home, which is this Korean drama in a disk thing. Not sure if you guys have heard of it, but it realy touched me, and spoke to me.
The storyline, just a walkthrough, is about a 7 year old boy whose parents have divorced. Because of this, his mother needed time to settle down, and so brought him to stay with his grandmother in the village, and her house is high up in the mountains. As in REALLY high up. Being a city boy from Seoul, he, of course, wasn't used to being in a rural village like the one his grandmother lived in. Oh, and his grandma is mute, so he has a hard time commuinicating with her. He hates her. Simple as that. He calls her Dummy, Idiot, Retard, and writes them on the walls of his grandmother's home.
His grandmother doesn't care. She loves him, even though she knows that he hates her. She is constantly apologising for things that she did not do correctly, whilst her grandson is complaining about the things that she did wrongly. But when it was finally time for him to go home, he finallly understood the grandmother, and accepted her.
I really liked this movie because it made me realise that no matter what, you should always love and respect your grandparents. This movie was, of course, dedicated to grandmothers around the world. Ironically, my grandmother was watching this with me. Anyways, the grandmother, to give her grandson what he wanted, climbed up and down the mountain, selling everything that she could get her hands on to give her grandsom what he asked for, and, as you may guess, he didn't appreciate it until the very end of the movie.
To many of us, home is a place where we eat, and sleep. We spend most of our waking moments away from home itself, so we feel no attachment to it. But the people who spend most of their time in their homes will feel an attachment to it, be it refusing to move, or just having a connection with the house itself. Yes, it sounds creepy, but it might be true.
To me, home is a place, a shelter over my head, a place where I can relax and feel like a kid I was before, even though I'm 13 and still a kid, it makes me feel like how I felt when I was 5. Home, to me, is a refuge where I can burst into tears, vent my anger, a place where I can show my feelings without feeling embarressed. However, home wouldn't be home, if your family weren't there.
Your family supports you, though they, most of the time, annoy the hell out of you. They help you, get you over things that you can't. They help you climb over obstacles that you face in your life, give you mental and physical support, soothe you when something happens, and protect you from basically everything that can harm you.
Yet, no matter how important your family is, there is always another hole in your home, and that is the hole that your friends will have to feel. Friends are ears that you complain to them when the one at fault is in your family, and vice versa. Somehow, your friends are slightly closer to you than your family, maybe because you spend more time with them, you can relate to people of your own age better, any reason, but friends will always be the ones that will give you a shoulder to lie on, and that shoulder will be more comfortable than the one that your family can offer.
Though many deem me too young to have a partner, a partner is something that I have had. Once. A partner will listen to you, soothe you, give you a shoulder to cry on, everything. A partner is basically your family and friends, with, of course, a little romance in between, merged together in one person. A partner is difficult to find, and easy to lose. Not the first one you have will be the one for you. But keep searching, and you will find, in one special person, your soulmate.
