Home,
For many people is the place where we lived and stayed.
But it is home, that gives me warm feelings and security.
It is home, where I rest my whole body and mind, after tiring days.
It has been more than five years I stayed here.
Spending times with family, colleagues, and friends.
Sharing memories and moments,
and of course, creating memorable and fond memories.
It is not big, but enough for the entire family to stay.
It is not luxurious, but enough to satisfied our needs.
It is where I called home, place where family gathered.
It is home, that I'm leaving physically but the one I bring to wherever I am.
It is not even six years I stayed here.
But I am going to leave again to somewhere further.
Like the old stories I used to live and leave.
I stayed for a while, made memories, endured moments,
then I left..
It is a cycle of my life.
It is not the first time I leaved my family, my home, and my friends.
It has been lots of times, and in the end I get my family and home back,
-- while not sure about friends.
For the first time in my life,
I am so convinced that there will be my best friend again,
-- when I am back home in the future.
For the first time in my life,
I have some people that will open their arms wide to welcome me back home.
And for the first time in my life,
I felt the most bitter goodbye.
But yeah, I will keep going on,
and let's see who will still be there,
-- either when I am back, or when I am further apart.
But for once, I hope that they are the ones.
