.the morning after.
it feels good to be home. nah. it feels great to be home.
i guess it’s true when they say you don’t realise how much you miss something until it’s gone. yeap. this is the true meaning of what it feels like. now that i am home sweet home, it’s hard to go back :(
everything seems so familiar, so comfortable. and the people at home, sigh :) feels good to be back in their arms again. to be able to drivee! to go to our regular hang outs for good food! to actually hug the person when you need a hug and to have my family just a doorway away from my room. there’s this rekindled feeling in me, which is hard to explain, the warmth felt among friends/sisters/family relived, and yah, just very rare.
can’t help it but to miss home.
“they will make damn fine doctors.”
you take care, ok?
