Home. Many of us describe it as a place. A real building to stay in. Me, use the term 'home' to describe a feeling, an environment where I can feel very comfort, a family.
I lived in dormitory when I was in High School. Another story of my dorm-life can be found here :p. During my high school life, I lived separately from my parents. I shared room, bathroom, study room, almost everything. But this is my 'home'. I have 'brother' and 'sister'. Family is not always someone who has any cognation with you, but they who you spend most of your time with.
Another story, when I went abroad for holiday, we stayed in a hotel. I always love exploring any new place, so, in one morning, I decided to take a walk around the hotel, alone, was looking for nearest coffee shop to buy breakfast, for my parents and I. As I walked the way along, I met some people, and as they knew I am a foreigner there, they greet me friendly.
I can't found any coffee shop in the hotel, so I went outside and exploring the resort to enjoy the view. And guess what, even the construction workers said, "morning, Miss" to me. Oh my Godness, I never see this in my own country. I feel it's so 'homey'. Everyone was so polite to each other. There's no fear of being robbed, being raped, or being murdered there because of the strict government.
I love my country, but sometimes I feel discriminated, beside there are a lot of crimes. In Jakarta, our capital city, the statistic of crimes increases day by day. It's not safe especially for a woman to go outside alone, by public transportation. Murder, rape, robbery, are reported everyday.
I just ask myself, is this our 'home'? We was born here, we are growing up here, but we can't feel comfort here.
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