Home

Years of yawning & dreaming, I finally can have a bathroom which can provide endless hot water; can have a room of my own; can read without interruption of mum's cursing; can have enough space to practice yoga... everything is perfect.

Yet when I returned and sleep in my messy room on the hard bed; with sound of traffic light clicking downstairs & sound of brother's video games... I feel more comfortable here. Suddenly steaming hot shower becomes unimportant, yoga poses can be replaced by stretching exercise... suddenly, I missed home.