18/10/2026
Holidays are supposed to be the happiest time of the year. Everyone gets excited because they finally get to go home, spend time with their families, and be surrounded by the people they love.
But for me, holidays feel different. While everyone is busy planning their trips home, I sit quietly, wondering where I belong. Where do I go when everyone else goes home? Who do I return to?
For some people, home is a place they leave temporarily, knowing they will always return. But for me, the hardest part is not being away from home. It’s not having a place that truly feels like home anymore.
Sometimes, I wish I had a home to go back to, someone waiting for me, and a place where I could forget all my worries and simply feel at peace.
Everyone deserves a place to call home. I just wish I had one too. 🤍
