Home:

There are some material things that I miss from past times, but the one that Imostly miss is my home. Because of economical reasons my family decided that the best thing to do was to rent it and so we did. The people who are living there are very nice and have made some great improvements to the house, but that doesn´t make me feel better. My home has witnessed happy celebrations that brought joy and laugh to the house. In the same way, it has also lived together with us the many defeats that as a family we have under gone.
I always think of my bedroom and all the secrets it hides. That “sanctuary” saw the changes that took place in my life
There I cried for nights thinking of the boy I loved, or of that failure in my exam. In my bedroom I discovered the music that now I simply cannot live without and how it was assimiliated by the walls: first, posters of the Backstreet Boys ( shame on me!!!) which were changed later on by lyrics from The Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Foo Fighters and Nirvana, just to name a couple. One image that strongely remains in my memory is of me and my mom, zipping mate on the floor while we wachted chapters of “El Chavo”. It was in my bedroom that my first niece gave her first steps, with a lovely smile and big, bright eyes.
I also miss my privacy, something that I don´t have at my actual house. if I wanted to be alone for a while I just had to close the door, so as to let my family know that I needed my own space. I think that if I had known that some day I would have to leave my house I would have taken more advantage of all the moments that I lived there. I know that we´ll be able to come again in any moment, but I have lived many intense things these last years, and it would have been nice to live them at home. At my home. At the place where I feel that I should be.
I don´t mean to be ungretful with this new house, that in fact doesn´t have anything of new, for it´s the house of the family ( the big family). The thing is that, even when I get on well with all the ones who live here, I feel out of place most of the time, and that brings sadness.
I´m looking forward to come home and to have a more normal life in it. I cannot talk about this with anyone, not even with my mom, ´cause I don´t want her to worry, besides, this money we get monthly has given us the opportunity to solve many problems we had, but I can´t help feeling incomplete. I really miss home.