Home

Yes. I am home. But what and where is home anyway?

I have been wanting to go back to where I actually live for almost 12 years because that's what I have been calling home. And of course that's where my parents are. I have been away since I graduated college. I was never away from home until I take on an assignment as a volunteer teacher in Luzon- Masbate, Bicol and it has been a second home to me. Even though 10 months was too-short a time to be attached - it was the longest 10 months of my life. The one which I could say I can put in that yellow highlight pen on. I have learned so much from that experience. It was not me giving myself selflessly to those who need my help but it was I who they have helped by just being there - giving me life lessons I wouldnt learn from my fast-paced regular life.

When I was little we use to have our house in another region and that was my home at that time. Because that was where I have grown up. Where I found my special place and every time I feel down or just wanting to get away that was where I go. I haven't got any other special place than that. I felt that was home back then.

Maybe home is where we have our dearest in. As they say home is where the heart is.