i miss home
i adore the place where i come from. It's not very beautiful; it's ordinary, with some greenery and a normal temperature. and my home, again not very pretty, built by my grandfather, today it demands a renovation, which unfortunately is very expensive. yet, i miss home. not because of any extravagant nature of that place. Ironically, not because of the peace as well, as i never had any peace there in the first place. it was the busyness that was offered to me there. i crave that. one and a half year ago, i wanted to run away from that place because i felt i had no time for myself, and today i am having all of the time, yet i am anxious and confused. the guilt keeps me awake at night. my eyes get teary just because of bunch of thoughts that i can't get rid of. i hope i can fill in the space that is empty right now. i really hope.
















