End of Week Reflection: Far from Home

Being far from the people you trust, from your place of solitude, from your sanctuary, its funny how each step and each small choice you have to make somehow becomes a big chore for you.

I remember back home, after all the aches and pains in the office, the stressful days, the hard decisions made and sometimes humiliating moments, it was always a relief that at the end of the day, I could retreat to my home. My house is in the middle of the city. But somehow it feels like the countryside, with it being tucked inside a compound, hidden from the main roads of the village. You hear no cars and no sound from passers-by.

My space, the common room that was once bustling with people chattering (there were a lot of people living there before), is now a silent place. It is where I sit to contemplate about the events of the day.

My space always put the complications of life in a better perspective, making the crazy part of it more bearable.