It's been a year and 4 month since I left home, almost a year since last time I saw my mom (I tried really hard at the beginning to keep in touch with her) but it seems she doesn't want to know a little bit of me. I just got home and even though I totally love my new place and the new city I just moved, I still miss her and sometimes I wonderes how is that possible? She was the one who kick me out of the house (I think I never say that). 

I miss her but still don't want to know what she is up to.

Maybe I will post in another time the whole situation about why my own mother did what she did but to make it shorter, I'm gay, well more like biual and that news for her was too much to handled it. I thought she would change ( A tiny part of me still bealive she will change). 

I was lucky, at that time I have money with me and a wonderful partner, that even though he is not with me anymore I still care and he still care of me, we moved together and then I got a job even when I was still studying. even now I'm still stuying but I got the opportunity to exchanged schools.

Now that I'm on my own I don't feel lonely, I just feel sad and happy. Sad about how everything ended with my own family and happy about everything I've learned.

Life is unexpected? Yes.

You have to be afraid of it? No

It will worth? Maybe

But you know that is the beauty about life.