TGIF. TGIF. TGIF. TGIF. TGIF. TGIF.

I'm home!! I missed the scent of home. the smell of fresh linen airing and squeaky clean floor detergent.. i missed mum's cooking. so i ate 2 bowls of rice at 12 midnight when i got home. now i feel super contented with the familiars around me.. the usual untidy room, my clean bathroom, clean floor, comfy chair etc.. and the luxury of opening the fridge and choosing a drink out from more than 5 choices. i missed bickering with my siblings on the mundane stuff like why she converted my bed as a tabletop and her asking me to move out quickly coz i generate a lot of noise at home..

A room can never be compared to a home.

Home is where the heart is.
It is also where the start is.