Its not easy to describe what is home. To some it may be the company of the loved ones, to some it may mean the locality. And then to someone like me, someone who has spent the last 7 years in hostels and PGs, the room, the work space, that feels pretty much like home.
The view from right outside my room, early morning is one of transition. As the sun rises, the cold night fades away, and ushers the day in with warmth.
To learn and to grow every day is what I aim for. Blogging University: Developing Your Eye I and II, underway.
You are right. Home is where the heart is. I left my home to study and then job when I was 17. Since then such desks make me feel at home.
That sunrise looks gorgeous.
The story is similar to a lot of of us who have been in hostels 🙂
Thank you 🙂