I miss home

I grew up in an abusive household. We weren't well off so my parents would beat the life out of me to make me do good in school and because of that I never got close to either of them until my final year of junior high when I tried to run away from home and attempted suicide.

My mom was the first one who tried to get close to me and I ended up forgiving her for everything she'd done to me and we're really close now. I still don't like my dad, not for the things he's done to me, but for what he and my grandparents did to my mom. I do have a little brother who I love VERY much and a small circle of friends that have been in my life for 10+ years.

I graduated highschool early at 15 and spent the last two years doing nothing but playing music in clubs and parties and celebrating finally being free from school.

I ended up moving out earlier this year to Japan and since then I have fallen in love with this country. For some reason though, at times I miss the very home that ruined me. I miss the nights where I'd sit with my mom and brother and talk about fuck all. I miss sitting with my friends at some random cafe and smoking without worrying about anything.

After my classes, I come and sit by the hirose river with a pack of cigarettes, and I know I'm not old enough to be smoking in Japan but MAN THE CIGARETTES HERE ARE GOOD.

Off my chest, feel free to leave your own stories in the replies