What brings peace to my mind
Trying to be myself
I am homesick person.
Every Friday evening, no matter how far away I am, I try to come home. Home is the place that brings peace to my mind.
When I was in school, Saturday was my most hated day. My mother sent me to tuition classes to learn English, and I had to go to other classes(science, mathematics, english). Saturday meant waking up early getting my foot bike and going from one class to another.
I hated it.
But time changes us.
Now I wait for Saturday.
Saturday morning is not just another morning for me anymore. While my mother is gardening, I play some music (Spanish, Country music) on my laptop. I listen to the birds, the slow wind and the sound of the trees moving around me. Sometimes, it feels as if nature is quietly talking to me.
Many important moments in my life happened in this porch.
I studied here for exams. I applied for jobs here. I resigned from here. I worked on side projects and thought about my future. I thought about love, happiness, failure, and everything that comes with being human.
Now I am writing while sitting in this place. Sometimes I wish these days could last forever, that I could wake like this every day. But maybe that is why they feel so special. They do not last forever.
So for now, I am grateful for every Saturday, every quiet morning, and every moment I get to come home.