Home sweet home

When I was little, the limited small world of mine, between the school and home was always a little restricted and lack of freedom, even though being loved undoubtedly by my family. In those days, with the repetitive daily routines, I sometime thought that it would be fun to go for adventure, out in the society, doing whatever I like, like most of the kids, eager to grow, and to leave home.

Without actually thinking deeply about what I wanted to do in the future, as time passed, time to leave home had come unexpectedly faster and earlier than I thought it would be. I left home when I was 17, to enter the pre-university college. Since then, I hadn’t been able to stay at home for more than 1 month each time I went back during my breaks from study or work.

In the beginning of those days leaving home, I was busy getting myself adapt to the new environment. Well, every time when I moved to new places, there will be days busy with exploring the new places and getting myself settled down. But when the usual daily came back to me, I would come to realize this string that bound my heart to the homeland far away, and the people I loved. How precious was those days at home, those meals we ate together, those little talks we share with each other, those laughters bursted out shaking the old house.

From time to time, I do miss home, on my way heading to pursuing what I wanted to do, I do miss home.