Ramadhan month is here, a fasting period for all muslims in the world.
I just can't believe that time flies so fast, it's June already, a year has passed since I joined Asia Against AIDS and yes, a lot of things have happened since. What usually comes in Indonesian people minds when it comes to Ramadhan is to gather around with family or their beloved ones, it's true actually. But not for me, sadly to say... Yeah, it's because my sister lives in Japan while my brother is living out of town.
It actually feels weird, to be at home with no one waiting for me. People might question why I want to go home as soon as I finish my work, I don't know either. It's just the feeling, the surrounding that makes me want to go home. I agree that home is not a place, it's more a feeling but it doesn't really work that way for me. I feel at home whenever I'm with my loved ones, family but somehow home is home, my home. No matter which one is your home, appreciate it, hold on to it. Because home is where your heart goes into.
It actually feels weird, to be at home with no one waiting for me. People might question why I want to go home as soon as I finish my work, I don't know either. It's just the feeling, the surrounding that makes me want to go home. I agree that home is not a place, it's more a feeling but it doesn't really work that way for me. I feel at home whenever I'm with my loved ones, family but somehow home is home, my home. No matter which one is your home, appreciate it, hold on to it. Because home is where your heart goes into.
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