And someone says “I’ll
still stay at hostel even if I get through ***” and there are others rather
most of them who longs and longs and longs to get back to home sweet home all
the while during their off and on bohemian stays at hostel.
So, is hostel life better than home? The hostelites would
deny (except for the “fun” part) while the rest half would find the grass greener
on the other side… but there are there are smiles and pictures I see when people
get back home after so many very days which I don’t see otherwise… distance do
make the heart go fonder and it always helps in a way when you work off and on
towards a goal and you know that all the suffering will end up at home in a few
days and that, keeps you going except for the “lucky” us who can’t stop taking
things for granted… except for me who is yet to learn the values of the crazy
woman.
Take Me Home, Country Roads...
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