Home?sick.
October 19, 2008
I’ve always been a firm believer of the thought “Home is where your heart is” and if that was the case then I’d could settle and say that home is almost anywhere at all.
Life’s been pretty good to me and has taken me places that, growing up, I never imagined I would go. I’ve met a lot of great people with different backgrounds and beliefs, and I’ve learned a lot from them. But every time I look at the pictures from my hometown makes me realize more and more how weird it is that when you’re so young, you ignore and take for granted all the things that other people wish they had experienced. I miss the heat, the sun, the beach… trees, plants, fruits… i miss home. Badly now more than ever I guess…
It’s just so weird for me to think that I’ve been to all these places… and that I’ve played countless times around those trees, swam in those waters, and smelled their leaves and picked their fruits, and walked those parks… but it just never really seemed so interesting and enchanting and beautiful as it is now.
Blah im sad.
