Homeless? Am I?

Last raya left me pondering and wondering for quite a while. Am I homeless? I meant back home in my hometown, am I really homeless? Or it was just my sheer perception about the whole thing. Since my beloved mum passed away in 2005 our family home has been rented out. Not really to generate income but just need a care taker to manage the house. Other wise it may just get rotten with time. RM 160 pm, thanks to Pak Cik Mat my uncle who manage to secure the tenant.
Ever since then, a trip back home either landed us in my sis house or bro's. Either one, no problem then. Time passsed. Sis and Bro both got their daughter and son in law respectively. My own children have grown up, both in age and size! :)-That drive us a step back ward about putting up nights at their places. Imagine the 7 of us checking in, surely the numbers are enough to cramp the house.

Raya time was even worse. Their children, inlaws etc were also back home. Not to mention the grand children. We took two step back, rented a hotel in the city.

Raya nite in a hotel? apa ni? Macam out station jer...no feel lah!

This year, we decided to stay back in our very own home. We did not go back up north. Just a day trip down south. Hey!!! No bad actually. We were kept real busy with activities. The children were busy in the kitchen and me in the garden. With so many things to do, we were kept occupied all day.

Home less am I?
Nope, I am not!