There’s no place like home


She opens her small apartment and rushed in from the cold into the warmth of her small place she calls now home.. She takes a deep breath as she stands in the center of the apartment and puts her bag down before taking off her scarf, and coat.. “What a day with all this cold!”

Her feet lead her across to her laptop where she just sits and lets it open up and heads to her kitchen and fixes herself a warm cup of coffee …

She cups her coffee mug with both hands just letting the heat sink as a small shiver runs down her spine..

She turns her sight to her laptop screen where she reads the new posts on her screen from all her friends with their different views on what’s going on..She always gets these mixed up feelings every time she logs in, the feeling of wanting to scream, to shout and sometimes even to set the world on fire..

She keeps her focus and doesn’t hesitate to get into a few conversations.. And begins to let her feelings flow.. She just feels the mix of feelings get to her and just twist her world around.. She sighs and has a deep breath as she grabs that mug of coffee and looks and stares at it for a few moments and then remembers those conversations.. Those laughs back in her hometown with all her friends, those endless discussions..

She suddenly felt as if she can smell it.. She can smell her home country right through that mug of coffee.. All the feelings and emotions just hit her all at once like a tidal wave just shaking her to her core..

She closes her eyes then lets go of her mug and just stands up and heads to her bedroom where she drops her body slowly to the bed and just stares at the ceiling…

“Who would have thought I’d be here all alone … Who would have even imagined! Even I couldn’t!! I would have never thought I’d go all this way.. But here I am! But I still miss home.. I miss my country with all the sadness it causes me, with all the pain I feel, I miss its earth, I even miss its dirtiness sometimes! I miss my parents, my friends.. I miss them all..Damn it!”

She remembers one thing that does clings to her thoughts.. “There’s no place like home..That’s quite true.. There’s no place like home”

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