I miss my home

I miss my home.
It’s been either 10 days or 11 that I moved back to my family house.

I miss my couch, my tv, the junkyard I live in.
I miss my peace, I miss my guitar, I miss my coffee stains on the floor.

It’s been more than 7 years since I moved out against their wish,
But since then I am happy, liberated.

I came to realize that my independence was good.
It taught me how to mange a house, to be responsible.
It taught me how to cook, clean, laundry, ironing.
It morphed me to the person I am, that my parents love, instead of the misfit that I was when I lived under their roof.

Today I drove to my house just to sit on my couch for 10 minutes and left.
I miss my home.

After 10 days out of my house, I still feel like a visitor, I still knock on the door before I enter my brother or sisters room, I fear invading their privacy, I ask permission to do this or that.

It is true, a mans house is his castle.

I wanna go home.

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  1. Doomish

    Helping around ,this is the longest time I ever been away from my home since I moved out, except when I travel, and in each case my parents never knew I traveled a lot, except for business 😉 16 more days to go, btw I live 20 minutes away from them.

  2. Rain

    Good thing you’re helping them out ^_^

    a7san 7all sneak out at night and cuddle with your pillow and bed and jump on your couch and then go back lol

  3. Doomish

    Well, I have 5 little pink teddy piglets that keep me company
    Pinky, kinky (also called mr. Sloth) they had their first born, he is called noname
    Then Red bought me one to raise I called him dearth, and my sis got me one that I call fo63a.

    I am home now, sleeping here today, tomorrow is a day off from family yay.


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