Sunday, March 15, 2015

A Place called Home

There is no greater place than Home...


As  some parts of the lyrics of Diana Ross song  "Home" that says..

"When I think of Home, 
I think of a place where there is love overflowing.
 I wish I was home, I wish I was back there
With the things I've been knowing....

Maybe there's a chance for me to go back
Now that I have some direction
It would sure have been nice to be back home
Where there's love and affection.



And just maybe I can convince time to slow up
Giving me enough time in my life to grow up

Time be my friend, let me start again.


Living here in this brand new world
Might be a fantasy
But it taught me to love
So it’s real, real to me

And I’ve learned
That we must look inside our hearts
To find a world full of love
Like yours

Like me
Like Home.....


Home, a place where I was born and where I grew up, always bring upon great memories Home is also a place that I love with all my heart and soul. Well, everybody loves their home, their very own home. I love my home.

Every person has a place which she treats differently than any other, the place where she feels more comfortable than anywhere else. It is not exactly the place where the person lives – it may be some house from the past, for example, the one he or she lived during childhood in.

A home is different from a house. A house is only a building while a home is a building full of love and care.

Every person treasures a place of his own, a place where beautiful memories are embedded. Or it can be some area where an individual feels at ease. As for myself, there can be no place like this other than my home.




Our home

March 14, 2015,  I went  to my hometown in Bulacan where I knew I could find  the solace and peace I am looking within myself.  Past weeks were so stressful for me so I decided to go back where I first saw the beauty of the earth. Seeing my place where I spent my childhood  made my heart jump with joy.  













Our resting place during summer











Our home, it's a place of comfort, somewhere I look forward to going to. Although some of us may not have created it in the structural matter, we created the atmosphere and warmth to ones personal liking. Our home is much more than a physical place, it makes me feel good. Our home is my dwelling place.







Spending time with my mother gives me greater joy and peace. Indeed, no other love is greater than a mother’s love. The unconditional love she’s giving can’t be measured with any amount of material things on earth.  It is really nice to be back home.

Me and my Nanay (mother)
I love my home. I feel safe, I am comfortable and I am loved. A home can't be a home without our parents and our loved ones.  

My son, me, my mother and my daughter

My sister in law (wife of my youngest brother) me, my mother, my brother and his wife.

My daughter and son with my two (2) nieces and their grandmother

Other members of the Family

Fiona
Fiona's mother, Chassy



Flower Horn Fish






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