There is a place called home
我们的这个小家就坐落在Rotorua可以俯瞰城市全景的山上，每天早晨都可以看到晨雾，每天晚上都可以静下心来欣赏晚霞。
平时没事可以去湖边喂喂鸭子和天鹅，现在距离我们搬离那里的时间已经过去接近半年之久了，我想念那个地方。
来到新西兰已经3年半，虽然到现在为止我们依然没有真正属于自己的固定的住所，但“家”这个概念早已在我的脑海里生根，有时候我会不停的反问自己什么是家？家在哪里？
就像有光的地方必有影，家同样也是一个充满光和影的地方。
Home is a rough house with your kids until they ggggle so much they pee.But then watch them as they sleep
Home is the place where filled up with auditorium and deliver, but be over the moon with that ate night dinner with your honey on the back deck
Home is embrace affluence and celebrity if it comes. But eat ripe apricots from the tree when you can.
You always can live loudly, but whenever you come back home, you should have a quiet soul.
Own it. But realize and find peace in the fact that you can’t control more than a minuscule portion of what’s happening in the big picture.
生命就像一场旅行，我们存在的目的就是为了体验这趟被精心设计好的旅程。
心在哪里，我们就在哪里
我们的家就在哪里
