There are so many unaffordable things which can not you find in another place, except your home. Peace, love, happiness.
As far as you wanna go, as high as you wanna be, you will come back to your home.
I had never imagined i went and left every best moments here. I grew up beside my parent just only 18 years. I should have given them my best but the truth was i have not. I live in another place alone for around 5 years and still miss my home everytime. I miss the way my mom used to wake me up. When i shared my food with my sisters. I love home.
Nevertheless, where is our real home? Where the real peace, love, and happiness do exist. There is a live after live. Just give time the tome. Do we miss our real home? Are we ready to go back our home?