#nothingbeatshome

[world-of-kkm-blog]

Sums up my weekend at mums. Tidy. Zen. Calm. Feel so refreshed coming back in to #london 🙂 #mummiesboy #drkhiz #nothingbeatshome #pondering like a mofo about life and planning new #goals. #familytime is the best!!! Full stop. Nothing beats it. #doctor #tvdoctor #backtowork #weekenvibes (at Maidenhead)

[senselessthoughts]

Waiting for the food with my home buddies. #nothingbeatshome #hslovies #friendsforkeeps (at Farmhouse Hotel and Cafe)

[mylifeohlife-blog]

Because Tumblr reminded me that this blog is now 4 years old.. :) I need to start using this again :)

[sherieboom]

the side effect of missing home

You never know what happy means unless you are unhappy sometimes. The idea of missing home overwhelms me. The idea of being out here, of being away, of missing them. It’s the fact that any time soon I will go back to the place I grew up, the place I first said a word, the place I love so much. Imagining the time I’ll see my loved ones again, running ang spreading my arms to embrace them, telling them how much I’ve missed them, how much I wanted to go home for months, how much I want to spend vacations with them. I want to kiss them and tell them how glad I am to be back, tell them how things changed over the period of time.

I want to make every day of my stay there worthwhile and adventurous. I want to explore places I’ve never reached and be with the ones I care the most. I want to embrace them and let my love fill them. Let our days be filled with joy. Let sorrow vanish for a while and we’ll just think of how beautiful life is even when we are struggling.

The idea of sleeping on my bed, seeing the four corners of my room, seeing the ceiling above me, feeling the sheets under me, feeling the blanket hug my body, embracing the pillow and crouch until I fall asleep on the bed I once used, gives me the excitement. Nothing will ever be more exciting than the idea of home, the breakfast, the talks, the morning breeze, the laughs, the books, the music, the people, the place itself.

Nothing will ever replace the home we once lived in. Wherever life will take us, we will always find ourselves looking forward to the day we will be back. We look forward to the day we feel we are kids again. Nothing ever beats the place of our homes in our hearts. There’s indeed, no place like home.