Missing Home

I miss home.

It's so different and lonely to be out here alone. I feel like I'm in another planet, having no one to lean on and to stand with. I feel like a stranger that I even don't know myself. I miss mommy, daddy, and especially my beloved little brother, Michael. Those warmth and comfy feeling, those laughs and smiles. I miss to play piano with my brother. I miss the hugs and kisses we shared everyday. I miss the praying time with him, shopping with him, playing with him, holding his small hands.

I miss my friends. They are all nice and they truly love me. I miss how they company me to toilet or buy food, how we spend time on having lunch together, how we always study before exams, how we do group assignments, how they always laugh at my nose, how they bully me all the time, how we surprise each other on everyone's birthday, how we listen to each other's stories, how we always there for each of us, how we love each other and everything we usually do.

I miss all the convenience back home. I have a driver every time I wanna go somewhere. I have my maid to do all the cleanings and tidy up my room. I have my mom to cook the food and it's all nice. I have lots of people to go with, to listen to same music, to go to concert, to go to fine dining and all the common things we share.

It's so different here. I tried, well I've been trying t have a new family here in my new environment. But I get is,  disappointment. I feel everything's so fake. It's just not real. I don't need a real friend here, but I can't deny, I need one, at least, one. Not mentioning anyone, but I feel everyone's so individualistic. They only think about themselves and they just don't really listen to others.

This makes me feel so lonely here.

I miss home.