Let's go home honey
Everybody is wondering about 'home' after this break where a lot of us were in their 'home', I mean family. So I say, why not me?I'm sure of something. My parents home is not mine anymore. I'm not sure why, cetainly because I don't feel as free as I wanna be over there, maybe because the relationship based on fights I have with my mum doesn't work anymore.
I wrote a comment on another blog today. It says that 'home' doesn't really exist, but it's rather something that would be close to 'feeling good', or at least less melo. In Vichy, I can't say I feel bad, but what is sure is that I feel more melo.
So here is my home? Here in Lund? For now, I guess so. I like the people I share my life with, a lot. But still, this melancoly is still so present some days.
Maybe Summer is right, everywhere you go, after a while, it gets boring. But why did I miss Lund thought? Maybe because it's when we're far from something we like and we miss it we realize we like it a lot. But still, how can I say that my home is here, knowing that in one year and a half I'll be somewhere else, living with new people, taking new habits?
'Home sweet home' does not exist. Or yes, it does. 'Home sweet home' is just a unique place, that is hard to find. And actually, it can be where ever, where ever the one you love is around...
written by lolo/ @ 19:41
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