What does it feel like to be homeless everywhere?

In the final analysis, there is no sense of belonging.

There is no home anywhere, and renting a house anywhere can be regarded as home.

I have a deep understanding.

My parents have been doing business in Fuzhou since childhood. With the relocation of my dad's shop, our "home" has also moved several times. I moved three times before I went back to the countryside to study. I have to leave every place to remember it. I vaguely remember that the first place was a residential area, sharing a suite with Bo Er's family. My cousin and I are kept at home every day because we are young and almost four years old. Because adults are too busy making a living to care about us. But they will come back to cook at dinner. Later, I moved to a very small house, and I ate and drank Lazar in a room. That place doesn't seem to have stayed long. Because my mother had to take care of my brother, I went back to my grandmother's house for a while. When I returned to Fuzhou, I was in Shoushan. I moved so many times and lived in a longer place, about two years. I attended kindergarten and senior one in Shoushan, and made some little playmates. I think I will stay here forever and play with Dānlín and others every day.

But ah, because dad's shop is too small, we still moved. My parents felt that it was too tired to make money again and again with the three of us, so they simply let my brother and sister go back to their hometown to study. Grandma's house is the place where I stayed the longest.

But even so, it's not my real home.

Every winter and summer vacation, my brother and sister and I will go back to Fuzhou to find our parents. I don't seem to have stayed in one place for a whole year.

In junior high school, my cousin and I lived on campus. Occasionally, I will visit my grandmother's house, or go back to Fuzhou to find my parents on weekends.

On the second day of junior high school, grandma's house was demolished and a new house was built for her uncle. The orange tree in front of the door was cut down and the pomegranate tree died. My cousin and I are very sad. We finally have a place that carries our memories and smells of our life. Not anymore.

In the third grade, my family finally bought a house, just in my hometown town. But what if I buy it? Mom and Dad are still doing business in Fuzhou to make money. We can't go home for a few days a year.

Then I went to high school and lived on campus. Go home twice a month.

The house is empty, only my brother and sister. They are still in junior high school in the town, due to academic tension. Mom and dad let them live on campus. So they just go home on weekends, and then I cook a big pot of instant noodles for our weekend meal.

Later, when I was admitted to the university, I seldom went home. I took the train for two hours, but I just don't like going home. I go home four times a year.

I think the dormitory in the university gives me a feeling more like home, my taste, and the smell of roommates. The potted plants I planted grew up bit by bit, and more and more photos of us were taken. From the rustic freshman to a good senior dressed up.

I went to work in Xiamen after graduation and didn't go home.

Because I always think I can go anywhere. I don't want home at all, really. Many people say they miss their parents' cooking and want to go home and play with their neighbors, but they don't know which neighbor to find. Suddenly, I think the only neighbor I can remember is my grandmother's aunt next door.

Some people say that home is where they are. No, home is where you are.