Having never traveled abroad for such a long period of time, I've never truly comprehended the idea of a "home".
Now that I'm 2 weeks away from home, it struck me hard.
That home is wherever you make home to be.
I never really appreciated BnG.
The first day I step foot into this place, it welcomed me with a distinct smell.
It was mouldy, yet all embracing.
Now that I'm leaving this tiny hall, the smell is back
I can't put a finger as to what this smell may be, but it's the smell of BnG, not the smell of home.
Home smells like..
Sharon's cooking
Rain
Homemade pizza and omelettes
Incense from the joss sticks early in the morning
I wonder where did my good 9 months go to?
I have some great memories in Australia but they're all based in Sydney/Melbourne
and most have to do with gambling.
I'm not an addict.
I just can't find anything better to do with my time and my money
It's pathetic isn't it?
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