Missing home

I have been always asking myself, why people will miss home. What makes them miss home. Is it because of the bad accommodation? Stress? Or because of no self-fullfillment?
How did this feeling started off? I do not know. But if i kept seeking, it will reveal the answer one day. One day i will see the answer somewhere.
獨自一個人坐在大學裡的公園，喝著RM2.5台灣的珍珠奶茶，看著走道上人來人往，有的是新生有的是家長，有的是遊客，有的是教職員。。。
在這裡夜裡也很安全。這裡終於找到了獨處的地方。自己知道再不自己適當的獨處就會爆發。
黑夜是最好的面具，陌生是最好的屏風。
加油。