Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;

Some people may recognize this opening lines, it was from the popular 19th century song melody that composed by Englishman Sir Henry Bishop with lyrics by American John Howard Payne.
Actually when we were thinking about home what first word come to us?
For me home not just about a comfort place of residence that should be modern, big and stand still at one place for permanent. There are really no places like home and I believe in that, but I also believe home could be everywhere we go and we stay, even maybe it just for a while. The reason it become a “home” for me because I have been there before, I am breathing the air, I am connecting with their environment and I am alive there.
I have been so much travel before this and for a moment I just realize, wherever I go I still can see the sun rising, the blinking star in the sky and from that I think maybe this is not the place I were born or grow up but it was still the same place. The Earth. The home sweet home.