I only have a few hours left now. And i’ll be going to my place for a long time again. I thought i already enjoyed my days before the third semester starts. But maybe days will never be enough to me. What is life away from home? It isn’t good, isn’t nice, it’s awful. No one knows how much i wanted to turn everything back, and maybe, just maybe i’ll choose the other way round. But i know that i need to keep on going. Maybe life is not merely about letting yourself be drifted by the happiness of your compact zone, but being strong enough to take a step away from it to find a new life waiting to be found. And that’s what i need every time i loosen the grip. Have courage all the time, even i’m not old enough to handle and understand the world.