A House I Call Home

 

I want to wake up to a house I call home - waking up to the sounds of birds chirping and the sun shining upon my face, nice warm shower, laughter, breakfast with the family.

I want to live in a house I call home – small but enough for everyone, away from pollution and congestion, small town, cozy, loved.

I want to come back to a house I call home – smiles, a nice freshly cooked dinner, everyone eating and joking at the dining table, then probably some dessert while watching TV. I want to feel welcomed.

I want to live with people I call family – able to talk about things freely without hard feelings, road trips, share our day at the end of it, occasional surprises, no empty promises, no lies. Just happy.

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I hate it when I’m sitting in someone’s car and they’re driving like they’re rushing somewhere when they’re not, tailgating every-single-freaking-car, the car jerking like there’s no tomorrow (accelerate, brake, accelerate, brake…), cursing every other car. Like hello? CHILL LA. Driving should be calm. And relaxed. Seriously. And it gives me a headache. Literally. Pfft. Whole day headache today.

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I want to move out. You promised me. And you know how much I dislike driving. I don’t want to spend two to three hours everyday, travelling time. You’re afraid that I will go out every single night? Yea, you probably should, cause I am such a night person, I don’t need sleep for class the next day. Like, hello? If I wanted to be “wild” or whatever you call it, I would’ve been that ever since forever, literally. You, of all people, should know better, I’m over that phase. But I guess you don’t know that too, cause you never know what I want, ever since I was a kid. I want things you don’t want to give me. I want to be free, like a bird. I don’t want to wake up or come back everyday to the house and have uber loud TV sounds in the living room that are so distracting, noisy mah jongg sessions, long faces, meal-less days, small empty talks, rude and hurtful conversations, or the fact that I can’t say what I feel because of this thing we call “respect”. I want to be free from it. And I know if I don’t leave, I will regret later in life that I never left.

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