There is no place else like home. Recently I have such a strong feeling about this line. I have always thought that being able to leave home and travel around to other places is such a wonderful thing to do. Without the nagging of my parents I will be able to do a lot of things. I will be able to go out with my friends and not have to beg for my parents for permission; I will be able to study, go to bed, watch TV and go shopping whenever I like. I will be the one who is telling me what to do not my parents.
But after one semester of playing and fooling around all I feel is the emptiness inside me, as if I was a soul with out a body. The more hard I play the more empty I felt in my heart. It seems that I have lost something significant in my heart. Last week I went home reluctantly because I was forced by my parents to do so. At first I felt so boring because I got nothing to do and the worst thing is that my friends were all not with me. But after having a simple breakfast with my parents I felt a sense of calmness in my heart as if the thing that I long lost was back again. Suddenly, I realized that “Home” has such an irreplaceable position in my heart. A simple breakfast with my family can be such a lovely and pleasant thing to do.
I am very lucky that I have a happy family, though I don’t have a wealthy family and I don’t have a large mansion to dwell in but I am still very grateful for what I have. The best part is that while it took most of my friends four or five hours to go home, it only took me one. I can’t wait for this weekend to come, for I am going home again.
