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Home is where the heart is.... So they say.
Home is where your loved ones are, be it a lover or family members.
Home is where you come home to after an exhausting day you spent at work.
And when you come home you will be greeted with happy familiar faces with whom you can share your troubles .
But, what if...
What if home is the one thing you tried to get away from?
When at work, you wish your job will never end and that the clock seems to be ticking way too fast and you secretly hope that it will slow down so you don’t ever have to return home. Because the more time you spent with your love ones the more your love for them fades and you worry, soon there will be none at all.
Thus, you avoid them, hoping calls and text messages would be enough to sustain whatever emotions you had for them, hoping it will make your love for them stronger without seeing and spending time with them. Isn’t that such an irony, to see them is to stop caring for them and to be away is to hope that you will continuously love them.
Home is not where you are but it’s who you are with. So they say...
Take care of your home, cherish it and hope that you will always want to go home to its warmth and cosiness which is familiar only to you.
Date done: 28/2/10 11:35
Home is where your loved ones are, be it a lover or family members.
Home is where you come home to after an exhausting day you spent at work.
And when you come home you will be greeted with happy familiar faces with whom you can share your troubles .
But, what if...
What if home is the one thing you tried to get away from?
When at work, you wish your job will never end and that the clock seems to be ticking way too fast and you secretly hope that it will slow down so you don’t ever have to return home. Because the more time you spent with your love ones the more your love for them fades and you worry, soon there will be none at all.
Thus, you avoid them, hoping calls and text messages would be enough to sustain whatever emotions you had for them, hoping it will make your love for them stronger without seeing and spending time with them. Isn’t that such an irony, to see them is to stop caring for them and to be away is to hope that you will continuously love them.
Home is not where you are but it’s who you are with. So they say...
Take care of your home, cherish it and hope that you will always want to go home to its warmth and cosiness which is familiar only to you.
Date done: 28/2/10 11:35
