Where we love is home -- home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Ever had that feeling like there's a little person jumping up and down inside your stomach? Yeah, I get those a lot every time I think about the days I have spent in this house I am currently living in. To be honest, I've never felt home in this house except when I am alone in my pajamas and singing my lungs out in the bathroom.

I miss the feeling of having a place to call home. I bet it would be impossible for me to find one here in Singapore. All I have and all I can ever get is a rented $700 bedroom in a house full of people I couldn't care less about. Yeah, I know it sounds mean but seriously, GUYS SERIOUSLY, I DO NOT HAVE A HOME HERE. And I am extremely sad about that.

I am moving out soon, and I am hoping against hope that the trampoline in my stomach will be gone because really, I need a place that I will look forward to seeing every goddamn day.