Three hundred and sixty-five days a year and all I am waiting for is the day when I go HOME.
When I was still in university, there was not much distance bewteen school and home.
A few days before the Chinese New Year, it was not unusual to find from the news that thousands of people waiting at the train station square just to get one ticket home. Some of them would stay in the queue for nights, braving the winds and dew. Such scense stirred my emotions as always,"how much they've suffered just for going home." However, I couldn't really put myself in their shoes at that time.
And now when I am working far away from home, the world seems to be bigger and bigger and I did have my eyes opened.Yet home becomes smaller and smaller a figure in my mind.
Sometimes when I woke up in the morning, and at the very moment that I opened my eyes, an adrift feeling just stroke me from nowhere. I felt like I am floating above water and couldn't help asking why I was here. Such moments were in a flash, however, they graduately accumulatd as homesick.
I can be very strong and withstand the homesick, living happliy in a place far away from home. But I will always be extremely excited for being able to go home.
Thanks for the past one year because it makes me really feel the weight of HOME.