Being outside for so long, it took me several years to understand why home feels exceptionally good. I never thought that I'd be making this statement looking back at how I used to blame my parents for being naggy.
Work has been bitchy these days and more and more to learn for me this little potato. Adults do live in a complicated world and is so messed up you can't find any truth or innocence anywhere. There are so many upcoming threats that constantly finds you while each lesson learnt can cost a lot (of time and opportunities). Age has been working on all of us so effectively that we were often not allowed time to reflect.
So the rare chances where I get to go on leave, apart from leaving the country for holidays, I now find myself wanting to go home. Not just to laze around or to gather with friends, but to spend those times living with my parents doing the everyday buts with much higher appreciation than before.
This is home, truly, where I know I must be.
