It's been a year since I left home, and for every year I went home for only one month, not more than that. Which means that I've spent a few of my most important years and moment out there without my family and my old friends. But I share them with my new friends here indeed.

It's a little bit strange, I know. But that's life. I know I'm not a good boy cause I only called home twice a week or even once a month. It doesnt mean that I dont miss things and people back home. I DO. But that's what I have to face in real life - busy setting up my study, my job, my future.

It's weird that I've done a lot of things here instead of my own country. Adding that I'm sure that I have no chance to stay here any longer for studies or job after my graduation (the policies of the TW government just dont allow foreigner to stay). Sometimes I do wonder....

That's when I start thinking of my home. I have a home here, which I made up, but it's just not the real one. I miss the purity of the hearts back home. Just be yourself and no one will judge you. I miss the food. The strong taste just fit me that well, like my characteristic. I miss the scenery, clean and fresh, like there's no paradise elsewhere. I miss you. Everyone I used to know or will meet.

I miss home. I miss you.