Life is the art of drawing without an eraser ~ John W. Gardner

My Home. My Hope.

My home, another 1 year and 3 months, I can then finally get the key. The key to my new hope. :) The key to open another whole new world, the door to another whole new sight.

I have never have my own place that I can call home, except the one in my hometown. That is my root that I know I’ll come running to whenever it calls for me. A home here where I work and live, I have never had it before. I have a place to live now, but this is not home. This 9-by-9 foot of hole, is just a shelter. I rest, sleep and relax in here. It does offer me some warmth at times. But I’ve never felt the belonging here.

I am so full of hope now that I’ll be getting my new home. I am so worried that something may happen and it will all disappear. Or it will come later than I expect it to be. Seeing it going up and up (yes, I can see it from where I stay now), that does give me some security.

Day by day, month by month, I am becoming more and more impatient. On the other hand, I wish the time could pass slowly so that I could have enough time to save for it. I do not wish to have a luxury home, of course everyone wants the best-furnished house if financial permits, I want a homey home. I just want some place that feels like home, a place that welcomes me home at the end of a long hard day. A place where I can dance my silly dance moves like nobody’s watching. Hahaha. I’m getting all excited just by the thought of it.

I can’t wait to get my hands dirty, get my brain busy and get myself tired in decorating and furnishing my home. Yes, my home. All the hard work and sweat will be worthy. To be able to build my own home, how sweet does that sound! Fabulous! :D

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