A Home..

..is not a home when u can’t be yourself in it. A home is not a home when it’s no longer a place I can be who I am.. and do what I want. A place where I can hide and be uninhibited. A place where I do not have to worry about pleasing other ppl or nurse a fear of what others might think of me.

A home is not a home when I can’t be who I am and do what I please.. when I have to put other ppl’s agenda ahead of mine. Where I no longer have my own privacy. When my own comfort zone is being intruded by others for mundane reasons. A home is not a home when I can’t even get a good sleep in. A home is not a home when I no longer look forward to going back to after a long day/week/month of work.

My home is no longer a home. It’s just a house..