It’s been 3 years since I came back home from another home. Time does fly so fast. And I’ve been missing home since then.
Watching some insta stories from the students who just started their journey in America makes me feel….hurt a little bit. I do happy for them, but somehow I envy them. I wish that I’m the one who’s in the US now, not them. It’s just because I miss America, DC to be exact. I miss my second home.
I miss my big room, and how it makes me feel comfortable. I miss my morning waffle and butter syrup. I miss it when mom or dad shouted “Yasmin,……!”. I miss the hill and the street which I passed everyday to (and from) school. I miss buying things from CVS (or sometimes i just strolled around it). I miss hanging out at Lizzy’s house every friday and playing cards against humanity and having pizza for dinner. I miss my Netflix&chill kinda weekend. I miss taking the metro to the downtown and visiting some museums. I miss the mexican food. I miss going to the park just to read a book. I miss walking around the Tenleytown&Friendship Heights. I miss some cool teachers and friends from Wilson. I miss the whole AFS DC Metro Area squad. I miss this and that. I miss these and those. It’s just too many things I’ve been missing for years.
Sometimes I miss the moments, another time I miss the people.
Sometimes I miss the places, another time I miss my-old-self.
But for sure, I miss DC and I really wish that I can come back home as soon as possible.