Being away from home, away from my family, is/was/will always be, an intricate experience for a home sick person like me.
My luck or my work which brought me to a new place demanded focus, perseverance, resolve, determination to concede and accept the fresh start to another life.
New surroundings, new folks, entirely different atmosphere, it all seemed too much to handle at first to me. But my goals were clear and precise, I was here for the betterment of my family.
We can gather all the fancies of the world, but being with our loved ones can never be substituted.
We can always make new associations, but cannot leave our roots.
The thought of their well being firmed my resolve and the prospects of going back every once in a while was all the hope I needed.
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