I go home frequently these weeks. Although the bus fare is not cheap but I just pay it. At home, I can watch TV and do anything I want. I don’t have to wash the clothes by myself and I can eat the delicious and nutritious meals prepared by my mom. I can sleep on my soft and comfortable bed which is different from the one in my dormitory. I won’t feel bored at home. And I feel at ease when I see the familiar scenery in my hometown. Loving to go home doesn’t mean that I am not independent. It is a sense that no one can explain that the home is really the best place for a person.
I LOVE MY WARM HOME!!