Missing Home

"Homesickness" this is my worst enemy. When I'm homesick, I'm so sad. Being homesick I miss everything that surround me back home in the Philippines, like my parents, my brothers, my sister, my friends, our home. I have my own perfect family here in the States but I know it would be more perfect if we're bigger. That's why when I talked to my mom yesterday, we're both emotional but we're inspired by our goal that one day we'll be united in the Philippines. We all plan to build our dream hacienda in Bohol where my father have his own piece of land. It's where we're going to build my husband's dream house. It is all we wanted a simple living but we're all together. Although my brothers and sister might be in Canada or here in US already. They have to follow their dreams too. But I know they will always want to go home many times of the year.