So far away from home

Listening to the song Far Away from Home, I closed my eyes and a tapestry of my warm home had come to my mind: wooden sofa, bamboo chairs, soft bed, and my Hello Kitty clock which companied me for the last six years… and then mom’s voice that called me to dinner came to me, so I went to the dinner table and sit down, then, mom and dad put delicious dishes they cooked on the table. In the tender light of the dinner lamp, a warm and delicious dinner began, I could even see dad’s smile and hear mom complaining that the meal she had just cooked was not good enough(haha, my mom was always modest) .
Back to the reality, see through the window, only to found that the sun is burning in the sky, and what I am wearing is just a T-shirt, now, in February in the northern hemisphere. All these signs indicate that I am not near my hometown, I am now in Singapore, I am so far away from home.
One and a half month have passed since I came here, this is the first time I come to such a distant country alone, apart from my parents and friends in China. It is reasonable if I have a strong homesickness at this time. However, I don’t feel like that actually. I remember that one day, when asked the question by my friend” do you miss your home?” I even didn’t have an idea whether I miss my home or not, I just hesitated there, pondered on the question and kept asking myself “do you miss your home, do you miss your home…” and then still couldn’t came to a conclusion. After that, I began to think over this question. I found that I was not that kind of homesick at all.
So, didn’t I miss my home? I don’t think so.
I feel that, actually, a strong emotion in my heart tells me that I am missing my hometown very much. Although I didn’t always think of the differences or make a comparison between my hometown and Singapore, every time when I saw the smiles of my parents and grandparents on the photo on my desk which was taken before I left China, it all gushed forth in a youth bubble. The every details of my life at home would appear in mind. And I would feel a strong support that can invigorate me to overcome every difficulty from the photo.
I think as the years I spend out my hometown increases, the emotion which lets me feel I rely on my hometown would become less and less, but the colours of the hometown in my heart will never fade. Home will more and more becomes an anchorage for my soul.
Looking though the window again, the sun is still burning, I am so far away from home, I am never that far away from home.