of balmy nights & sticky mornings

This is home truly, where I know I must be

Where my dreams wait for me, where that river always flows

This is home surely, as my senses tell me

This is where I won't be alone, for this is where I know it's home. a portion of a singaporean song but t aptly describes the feeling of being home. the feeling of being welcomed & also the familiar faces faces that tells u they love u no matter what faces that welcome you faces that represents home. sights and smells that are oh-so-familiar. the mamak man who knows you want neslo ice and the mak cik who gives u an extra goreng pisang while saying "sayang lama tak datang" the aunty who serves u the kuey teow, hurriedly. as she has so many other waiting customers. family members and friends whom u missed people u have not seen for so long but ultimately, when u meet, it all falls into the same rhythm of familarity & love. for this is home.. truly