Our feelings and our minds sometimes have a little agreement when we feel overwhelmed, don't you think, Kimberly? When everything feels not right, we always go back to ourselves. To go there, I always close my eyes and imagine myself being hugged by my late grandma. I know, it's not even a place. But everything becomes so comfortable yet soothing whenever I'm thinking about my beloved ones.

Not at all, you can borrow away! Even when life swells into a rush of noise and restless movement, my heart drifts back to the place where my parents are, as if their presence is the quiet harbor I will always return to. (Well maybe not now.)

Cutesy Kimmy, I have never really think about it, but if I need to choose, it would be my mom’s kitchen, where the love is always made in.

Hi, my sweetest Kimberly!🤍 Of course, there is! My heart always finds its way back to my grandparents' garden in the back of their house—a small sanctuary with a gentle fish pond. I remember standing there beside them, feeding the fishes, watering the plants, and feeling like time stood still. It's where life felt tender and unhurried. What's yours, my love?

My darling Kimberly, I don't mind at all, sweetheart. Oh, this is just warm my heart to remembering a place which my heart always belong. Beach is the place. Place where I could hear sea soaring, water brushing over my feet, sunset wavering at me in golden. Even day dreaming about it, sometimes. I wish could return fast and touch the sea again. How about you, love?