Today was enrolment/registration day.
Basically went to school for an hour to collect my student card and some other documents.
My hostel (yet to be known as home) has never felt more comforting than now.
Home is such a fleeting word.
Where is home? What is home?
The people here are nice.
But nothing beats having people you're comfortable with around you. And no one beats the people that make you feel so at ease you don't think about what you're doing.
I miss home.
But where is it and what is it? Or who is it?
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