Home

there is a big difference between staying somewhere, getting your own place and HOME. Home is the place when you return, the place where everything is familiar, where everyone knows you and loves you. The place where your are parents are. When you open the gates and you see two familiar loving faces. The smell, those little objects, the furniture doesn't change or you noticed any difference if there is any.

The feeling goes intense when you drive back to re-unite with the rest of the family members, to celebrate the new year, the Raya or other events. Everytime, finishing my NGO tasks and driving back HOME, my heart dance. While you are driving, your mind will flash all the stored memories and hell - my mind can project the smell of mom's cooking and dad's cigarette smoke.

All the hours facing the traffic jam, arguments in the car ( for the couples ), bad drivers just went off when you enter the hall.

Home is your spiritual ground, football players goes to the extra mile when they play at their home ground, the opponents sense a different vibe just when they step unto their space, so winning against them is something to cherish upon.

Home - the place you grow up - where you invested half of your formative years to form your identity, your outer and inner self. You cant change that. Just like Superman always flies back to Smallville rather to Fortress of Solitude when he needs the extra support. Like how Peter Parker always returns home after battling the Sinister Six to the comfort of Aunt May instead of Mary Jane.

That is why, we always will get return Home either to heal, to get something we need. Never ever mess with this as this is our/my primal sacred experience.







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