Home is... where?

As somehow so well-observed and pointed out by d-gs, when I'm home, I can't seem to wait to get back to hall, and when I'm in hall, I always want to go home. I reflexively denied this of course, pshh, what would he know right?

CNY just passed and whilst reunion dinner was surprisingly cordial and jolly even (wow), chuyi was mostly spent at the grandparents' and chuer was well, spent in bed. Haha. Being down with flu and having no table space at home saw me spending two.5 whole days in bed. Got back to hall last night on the pretext of having a lot of work to do (which I really do) but really because I was kinda sick of being sick and lying in bed at home. Yet not long after I was back - 2 hours maybe? - and I felt the familiar stirrings of restlessness. The feeling of I-can't-wait-to-get-out. And the noise of merry-making from C4 (from friends no less) at 4am just impounded the feeling. It grew and grew but slowly and under conscious control from myself, lest it grew too big and suffocated me. But I know there's only so much I can do to slow it down, and that one day it will pounce on me and I'll be left with that feeling of emptiness again.

Where's my home? Where do I belong? Most importantly, where do I want to be??

I can't really stand being at home for more than two days, yet I always can't wait to get out of hall. So where does that leave me? Where?

Japan?? LOL.

Omg I am such a laughingstock. Have all I could possibly want, and places that I can call my own but I don't know where I wanna be.

~ st*rcr*ss*d ~