Earlier today when I was sitting in bus I was wondering that how wonderful is to go home. But then again is this my home anymore? Sure my mom lives here, but I don't feel like this is my home, home life. I never love it in here or like it in here. Never. That is simple as that.
But yes, technically it is my home as much as my own home. But I just don't love it in here, somewhere deep inside of me I do know that my heart belongs to big city. Well if I can say that Turku is big city but it's bigger than this one. For me, here's nothing. And I mean it, nothing. I do not have any friends here, never had actually. I do not know what to do, than chat with my friends, watch some movies or stay up late. Fuck that!
Well sure I can chat with my friends and watch some movies and stay up late back in Turku also but... I guess you got my point. In here, I do not have anything than my lap top and my own thoughts. And that really sucks. My heart and my soul belongs to the cities, not to towns. I do love my mom, but this is her life, not mine.
So every time when I'm coming here i feel like "I'm not going home, not really" if I can quote those words from first Harry Potter movie. My home will always be there where my heart is and where I love to be.
-Frankie
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