Home, what is home? Where is home? It’s something I didn’t give much thought to. I’ve been away from my parents since high school. I always had the feeling that I don’t belong anywhere. A third of my life has passed, I’m not particularly searching though, I still haven’t found the right place.
Last week I moved to a new apartment, I had to do some cleaning, decide the layout and organize my stuff. When I finished the work, I felt tired and relaxing, and home, a little. I don’t know for sure that I’m gonna spend the rest of my life in this city, definitely not in this temporary apartment though. This time, I have got to choose how to live my life.
I guess home is not found but built. And there’s no place like home. 😊