There is no such thing as a home away from home. Home will always be home. No place could replace it, everrr.
And I miss home.
Home is where I'll wake up to either the sound of my dad playing really loud, as in reaaally loud, music - when I was younger, it used to be Bryan Adams or Queen or Toto; during Christmas season, well Christmas songs; and during my last visit it was P!nk - or to my dog jumping on my bed and licking my face I don't need to wash it when I get up.
And then I go and proceed to have breakfast, which will always be there without fail. My mom always prepare yummy meals for us. It would include rice all the time - eggs with rice, hotdogs with rice, bacon, with rice, fish with rice. Because no Filipino breakfast (or any meal for that matter) is complete without rice. HAHA!
Then it's off to the other living room (a.k.a computer room) where all sorts of discussion happens - from how to use this app, or how to download music and movies, to plans for the day or the weekend, or to my mom saying "I can't figure out how to do this, I'm giving up," all the time. HAHA.
Where Manny Pacquiao's fights, or okaaay noontime shows are watched here - with friends and families for free - snacks and WiFi included.
And afternoons are spent drinking coffee
and people watching here.