There will be a time when you’ll miss that place — the place you called home, thousand miles away from the metro.
And you are just there, at the 35th floor of the condo, sitting on a white wooden butterfly chair near the edge of the veranda, having a cup of latte that awakens your mind from the aromatic feast it gives while watching the shining city lights and cars passing by from where you are staying at, and suddenly, waves of longing swept your psyche — you miss home.
You miss the scent of your small bedroom. You miss the foods your mom cooked for you. You miss the books you used to read during your childhood days. You miss the neighborhood. Above all, you miss the hugs and kisses from your most favorite woman, your mom.
And even if how much you love living in the city, you will always think of how dulcet your life was in the province—your home, where your heart is. And that proves the cliché quote, “There’s no place like home.”
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