what is it?

what is it about home that makes time fly? i remember how extremely hard it is to push time in my room during weekends. i meet tons of friends, keep going out, yet it becomes increasingly painful to pass time. but am home for the weekend and a days already gone in the blink of the eye.
and i dont want this day to end :(

i really dont know what am going to name this article as for all i know it could be meaningless ramblings. i read somwhere that people come into one's life for a reason, season and a lifetime, and that each will leave as and when their job in our lives is done. how profound and true. just like the all of us, i've had my share of people who came into my life for a reason and a season. and have their exits been a sweet adieu kinds with an orchestra playing at the background? i wish. not everybody has left a sweet memory behind. some are as sour as the bad grape or a lemon, but do leave behind a valuable lesson never the less. never ever waste your time over someone who left you when they meant the world to you without a reason is something i learnt the hard way. ofcourse not something that never happens but the experience is quite a learning unique process for all of us. through sifferings do we grow stronger. and though i have not really suffered in generic terms, all my experiences sure do make me stronger and help me in getting to know myself. for now, peace!