Home

Mom was nagging me for glue-ing in the computer for hours, and asking me to help her in some chores, while sister seems to be unusual lively today and keep bashing my head while I am playing some unknown games on the computer. However, I know that there's one single inconsistency that told me this is all fake, and the moment I realized, I woke up from my dream.

Hell yeah, I am now in US. All those things...are just dreams. I sat in my bed for next 5 minutes, making sure I am in the reality instead of dream, and pat myself...

" You are in US now, remember?"

And I puzzled myself through my front door, while trying to recall the feelings in my dream, and I don't even know whether it's a good dream or not. Regardless, those contents slipped through my mind...I don't really remember what was my dream...

But, it's dream about home, how bad can it be?

And I had been in the state of home-dreaming for quite a few times, and each time I realized I was now in US instead of in home, I woke up from those dreams. Even though I told myself I experienced no home-sick, and keep wondering why my friends insisting of going back during summer, and I didn't call back home on a regular basis ( yeah, bad son eh =/)...

Despite all these facts, I had to admit...

I missed home, and I wanted to go back...*sigh*

Going back home.

When I was a kid, going back home means an end to teacher's class and a hot meal awaits
When I was a teen, going back home means no more playing games in friends house and doing homeworks.
When I was an adolescent, going back home means several calls from mother at midnight while I was still chatting with my friends

I am still nowhere an adult yet, but right now for me

Going back home... is something better than " staying in friend's house to play game", is something better than "chatting with friends all day long", and it's more than just an end to class and a hot meal awaiting.

I wanted to go home...

* shrugs*, exam...now let's get moving