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周一, 08/02/2010 - 3:54pm — 蓬蓬
Home, or I'd like to call it nest, is a sort of place where I may feel quite at ease and relaxed. It is a place that may shed me from the storm, a sort of harbor to me. It is a sort of place that would get me through every single day with a peaceful mind. Cozy is the word that may best interpret what home means to me.
In the childhood, I've lived a happy life with my family, or more exactly, carefree. Every morning, grandpa might walk me to the kindergarten. At night, I would play what'd been taught in class with the whole family around me. In the primary school, I met new friends. We went to school together and played together after class. I was really loving living every single day at that time, so sweet every time I recall it.
After my entry into the middle school, I started living with parents. Carefree life went on until I went up to the 2nd grade. Gloomy days overshadowed the family ever since then. I sensed something went wrong but didn't know what to do. Things went even worse when I entered the high school. I could feel mo's sorrow, and the only thing I could do to comfort her is to pass the entrance examination. Still remember the day when I received the offer, how happy mo was, sort of happiness long lost before. When grandpa heard the news, his eyes watered a bit. However, I felt nothing but a relief.
My college life was quite simple, engaged in study all the time, to keep a peace of mind. Scholarship and honors mean little to me but a comfort to mo. Four years just slipped away in this way, and I was recommended to pursue further study there. On the graduation day, the whole grade took photos and celebrated together. The next day, classmates went away one by one. After seeing them off, I went back to the dorm and burst into tears. With another three years ahead, nothing is the same as before. Nevertheless, with best friends by my side, it turned out that the carefree life came back, though short-lived. Every time I looked at those photos, those sweet days may spring into my mind. On the leaving day, tears were trickling down my cheeks when I was on the bus home, a farewell this time.
Once I returned, I was dragged into reality – home was no longer home long before. Again, I engaged myself in work. As job got, another big issue for me is to get married, a headache to me, actually, for I'm pessimistic about marriage and seldom think of marry someone. However, in a small city, it turned out to be a big trouble for me to live alone. Having tired of blind dates and annoyed by talkativeness from the elders in the family, I keep myself busy all the time. When lying on bed alone at night, I often dreamt of having a place of my own, my home, my nest.
Now, with a house of my own, i enjoy myself a bit for a while ~
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