luni, 2 mai 2011

kids

 When it comes to family, we're all children at heart... We try to look all strong and cold, but in our hearts we're still the child who's candy was stolen and now he's the only one in his group without a candy bar in his hands.
 No matter how old we get, we always need a place to call home. That's why we always come back home, no matter where we go, where we travel, no matter how far, you'll always find your way back home...
 I used to think Home is just in one place, the place where you're born. Now I realize home is wherever you're leaving parts of your heart, thinking at the time when you're at one home, at another.
  Even though we make some "other" families, like the "friends family", we always miss the people from home, the concerned parents, the annoying sister, the friends you grew up with, the little group you know it's gonna be yours forever, the old and wise grandparents, the places you're remembering forever and the pretty Christmas Tree in the winter.
 They say old habits die hard. I guess HOME is the "oldest" habit I've known for a while now...

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