Another day has passed.
My parents have confirmed today that they bought a wonderful 5 bedroom house with plenty of space fit for a growing family. We were all ecstatic. I was overjoyed. This was such a long time which I saw my parents both so relieved as they were exclaiming that miracles do happen.
Until I found out my barrier. The distance to the same places I go to on a weekly basis (gillies baddi, school, college rifles, etc...) are practically double the distance. This gave me an uneasy knot inside of me because I was so far away from all my friends. I can't walk home anymore. Waking up earlier just to get to school. Of course this house is truly splendid! I just can't handle the fact that I'm so far away from all places which are the center of my life.
It was like a pair of sharp tweezers were slowly plucking out my friends and dreams one by one. I resent busing to and from school. There is no way in hell that I would pay money just to travel to my school on a daily (or weekly) basis. I walk home to benefit from it. Not to pay a bus driver to escort me home. After one day of news I am already missing my current house. From the kids in the park next door to all the memories I had of this neighborhood. The honest reason why I was stubborn to refuse most of the houses my parents asked an opinion on was because I love where I lived in. With the roadsides filled with lush green and dainty cherry blossoms during spring, or stark branches hugging each other in winter.
I wanted a similar feel to the house I was moving into. I wanted a home. With warmth in every nook and cranny, and cheer in the air we breathe. It may not seem as much to you, but it does to me.
Mailbox:
"A few letters a month can mean a lot to a lonely, far-off home."
Legend of Mana, Home.
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