• A place I called home • | This place, in Margarita, Venezuela, used to be what I pictured when I thought of home. I lived there for most of my childhood. It is my parents' house. The one they built from scratch, just as they wanted it to be. Perfect for them. The perfect house to grow up for me. After I moved to collage, that place really became my parents' house. I'd always had a place there, but my brain stop computing it as my home. I moved again, and now more than ever, home have become persons and feelings, not a place. It is still hard to make peace with watching it upside down, thinking that the country shitty situation had made it that. For a girl working on understanding what a home is, today was just fucked up. | #opalblog #instablog #instablogger #house #venezuela (at Guayaquil, Ecuador)















