30 Days After

It's been one month since I left home.

And everyday, I miss home. I miss the comfort of home. Home where the mother prepares mouthwatering dishes, lulls me to sleep, and follows up on all my whereabouts. Home where sisters I seldom see tease and tickle me to my limits. Home where a brother snaps me to reality most of the time. Home where six dogs bark and lick and kiss me.

It's been one month since I flew and landed to this whole new place.

A place that's not so new to me any more. A place I should regard as home from this day on. A place where I have to survive, to live. A place where I am to find life's meaning, or at least, my meaning.

And so I shall live on. Through all the pain and heartaches and challenges. Because the future awaits.


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