not so heavenly home

Home is where we belong when we have no place to go. Home is where there are some people that we love. Home is where we feel we belong. I’m at home now. Well, I called it home because this is where some people that I love staying; my mom, dad and some of my siblings. I love seeing them, I love the smell of my mom’s cooking, I love the internet speed in here and I miss my little bro’s silly jokes. He never fails to make me laugh. That’s what makes me excited and happy every time I travel even for four hours (and sometimes more than that) to back in here. Even so, sometimes I’m not sure if this is my home. I have a place on my own that I rented which makes me don’t look like have no other place to go. And most of all, I do feel like I don’t belong here. My sister bought this house for my parents, and basically this house is hers. I don’t have any space in this house. Every time when I back, she would make me feel like I’ve no place in here and it makes me sad. Home can be heaven sometimes but it doesn’t mean that it can’t be hell too. There are some people out there that do not have home or any place to stay. There are also some people that do not like to go back home because of the world outside is much better than home. It depends on our fate. I’m lucky that I always have my second home even I do not have anyone that I love there, but at least it is the only place in the world that makes me feel belong even I’m alone.