Malaysia and Singapore

So, we went to Singapore and Malaysia for our graduation trip. Malaysia seven days, Singapore five. There isn't really much to say about Malaysia because I mean, it has beautiful fireflies, great food, we learned a lot of their culture there, but for some reason, it doesn't really touch me that much. I mean, when we were in Malaysia, it was fun, cool, very hot I must say. But, I don't know what I actually learned from Malaysia. Singapore to me, is something. I remember, that Sunday night, when we were on the bus, on our way from to Singapore, when we were crossing the bridge, it was, I don't know how you describe that feeling, I felt complete, I felt happy. I cried, I mean, it's Singapore. It was home. To others, they don't really care, I mean they don't have that experience I had in Singapore, maybe Singapore meant something else to them, but to me, Singapore is home. To them, the bridge from Malaysia to Singapore, may be just a bridge differing from one country to another, but to me, that bridge meant so much more, that bridge, is not just differing from one country to another, but it differs from one country to home, to where I belong. To me, home is not where you were born, or race, religion, colour, nationality...etc. You cannot define "home" by just these things you were born with. Yes, I was born in America, and am by blood Taiwanese. Yes, I am Taiwanese, and American (since I have an American passport), but that doesn't mean either Taiwan or America is my home. The definition of home to me is where you think you belong, it doesn't need to be a place, it can be a person, a website, anything. It makes you feel comforted, it makes you feel whole. It's where you belong. The feeling of home, it doesn't matter how long you've stayed in a place, I've lived in Singapore for only four years, came back to Taiwan almost for five years now, I still believe Singapore is my home, it's not the matter of how long you spend in a place, it's the matter of how well you use your time there. When I was in Singapore, I may have only been in elementary, but because of my parents, my parents made my time there worth while. Singapore to me, it was the only four years, I actually remember being happy with my friends and family, and actually spending time with my family. When I was in Singapore, it was the only time I remember spending time with my family as a whole. When we came back to Taiwan, my sister and I got so caught up in school, I could barely speak any Chinese that time, especially when Taiwan is really competitive, pressure got in the way. Then, after 1 year, my sister moved to Hsin Chu because she transfered schools, and then a year later my dad got transfered to Thailand, then after a few months, I basically lived in my school because it was a boarding school, leaving my mum all alone in our house. And that is why Singapore means so much, and that is why Singapore, to me is home. Especially when we had a dog, which made it even more like home. It doesn't matter where you're from, it doesn't determine your home, for example, an Australian man who has lived in Australia for all his life doesn't feel like this is his home, but he's very interested in Italy, so he flies to Italy, he's never been there his whole entire life, but at that moment, he just gets this feeling, he feels like he belongs here. He believes Italy is his home. And it is, nobody can say no to that, no one, no one can tell you how you feel, if he believes and feels like Italy is his home, regardless of how long he's stayed there, Italy is his home. Exactly like me and Singapore, regardless of how long I stayed there, the feeling it gives me is more than words can ever describe. I am home. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JAqLGSd2ac