Home is Not a Place…it’s a Feeling.

Highway to home

When I was in my adolescent stage, back in high school and in campus, I hated the idea of staying home during the weekend. I would rather be somewhere with my friends, never cared how much stress I gave my father. For days I was never home. But hey, who hasn’t done that.

The compound. My father does love his plants. It wouldn’t be this beautiful if he did not take care of his home.

It scares me now that I will be leaving home soon. I know I can come back, when I want to but this time is to just visit. I have to leave all this behind and start my own home, my own family. Wow! The so-called ‘circle of life’.

Beautiful Sunset. I know I can capture sunset anywhere but the view will never be the same.

I pray that if I wont be able to give my kids the same lifestyle my father struggled to give me, I hope it will be better. So that they lack nothing in life. Just like I did. We’ve all seen on TV and Social media what the world is becoming. How families are suffering, kids not having a roof on their heads, food to eat and clothes to wear. The videos I have watched made me so thankful for what I had growing up and still do. Let’s just all be graceful for the life we have.

I really thank God for my father – my hero! Through his struggle, I was able to live a better life than what my path was meant to be. I thank God for giving him life.

I am sad about one day leaving home but I was blessed with everything I needed. Now I have to work hard towards everything I want. And most of all, I’m appreciative and thankful for all that I have.

Happy New Month Bloggers

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In response to today Daily Prompt: Graceful and the Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgia and shine

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