What is home? A place where one’s lives? A place where you are belong? Where the love is always been enough for me?A comfort zone? A refuge? where I feel warm and safe inside?A place where love is overflowing? But what if I’m not feeling that anymore then I am home, but yet I am homesick?
I consider Penang as my home now as I am settled here, in a small room overlooking the sea/bridge. I have a permanent job, a circles of friends, am familiar to every corner of the island. And yet I am longing for Kota Kinabalu.
Maybe I’ve grown up, but I don’t feel much as home as i’m back home. I see in a different perspective. I love my parents too much but I don’t feel the same when I am home anymore.
I’m confused. I’m scared & am feeling alone.
I need to define my own home, where I feel safe & comfortable in my own skin.