So I bid goodbye to a place I called home for more than 10 years about a month ago.
It was a bittersweet feeling.
I felt sad because leaving would mean a new chapter of my life has opened, a life where I have to be separated from my parents after almost 30 years of living together with them.
I followed them back to our hometown to help them move into the house which was built for their retirement.
Wished I could stay longer. I even contemplated applying for jobs in my hometown.
Because, the place I'm staying in right now just doesn't feel like home.
Home is where my parents are.
P/S: Sorry for the lack of updates, I'm unsure if I will ever continue posting on my Japan and Siem Reap trips anymore. :P