So it's have been a month, 4 country and 10 cities and 11 hotels.... moving from one place to the other place, there is always funny scenes happened, sometime when i wake up, after I claim my best day! "Today is my best day" looking at the celling an start looking around, ok where I am now?
or asking my husband again and again, could you tell us our room number again? he always give me room 1230, or Room 3202, or Room 1609... that is my home when I am on the road.
Recently one of my friend asked me, do you miss home? and I pause? "HOME" it is meant my home town..... yes! I do miss my mother, brother and sister, but not the physical home. it is the feeling and love toward them. In this journey, everywhere I go, there is always CV family members who welcome us and having a great meaningful time together, so HOME is actually within me. I am carry myself, which is my own home to everywhere I go, no matter how I feel, where I go, 247 I am with myself, which is the physical home that my spirits staying, or where my heart is.
