Home sweet home
As a kid I always hear the saying "No place like home." At that point in time I guess I didn't fully understand what that statement really meant, and I thinking about it right now I guess I shouldn't really have expected myself to understand the statement. I mean, I was at home with my family all the time so I guess I didn't really know what it felt like being away from them.
Another reason why I didn't quite get the understanding of that statement is because I had the wrong perspective towards the word "home." I saw home as the building, instead of the people whom you are living with. If someone is to live home and spend somewhere away from his family and then comes back to that location where he had left his family and saw another set of people occupying the place, that place is no longer his "home." But wherever his family is he sees it as home.
The first time I went far from my home was when got admission into the higher institution. The first couple of months I stayed far away from them wasn't really felt that much. But when I began to stay years, having Christmas holidays without them, I began to understand what the words "no place like home" really meant. I can't say I don't miss home.
And in as much as I miss my family, I also miss the neighborhood hood and my friends as well. Listening to the lyrics Take me home, country roads by John Denver, it always manages to spur up my feeling about home.
In this music of his, he talks about the beautiful memories he had created with his friends and family in his country home in West Virginia. I equally made beautiful memories back at home where my family resides. Like for one, I remember learning how to ride a bike back there. I remember running in the streets flying kites as a kid along with my friends. I also remember having my first crush back over there, lol...really crazy.
There were also some kind of funny memories though, like when me and two if my friends went mountain climbing one time and we got harassed by some boys. They just took advantage of us before we were defenseless and they were bigger than us. They even made it with my fancy bag pack that I had on with me. But when I think about it now I just laugh over it.
Indeed, there's no place like home. You can travel through the ends of the earth, but no place can ever match with your home. There are just a lot of memories that comes with it. I've had the opportunity of staying over with a relative and the family during the holidays. They were nice to me and all, but I preferred my home much more. Anyways, I guess that's just how it is.