I woke up this morning feeling so bad about the world. I think I’m homesick.
I just arrived yesterday morning after a 9-hour flight from Manila to Abu Dhabi, and a one-and-a-half hour road trip to Al Ain. After the long travel, it just felt good reaching home at last. Mark, a neighbor invited me for breakfast so we could catch up on things and after that I crashed on the bed and woke up in the afternoon feeling hungry again. I cooked dinner and invited my buddies Miller and Remyr to eat with me. We had a long chat, and they left before midnight.
I started doing the chores around the house – laundry, dusting, vacuum. I unpacked my luggage and started arranging my cabinets. I checked my emails quickly and a few minutes later, I was found dozing again.
Only when I woke up this morning that I realized – hey, I’m alone again! I was not awakened by my baby crying for milk, or by my wife getting ready to leave for work. Nobody asked me if I want to eat breakfast now. I did not hear any kitchen noise. The TV was not on yet. The sweet dream is over. I guess, I am back to reality. I am home alone again.
The worst part is that I’ll start working again tomorrow:(
I think I need to go to a mall to divert my attention🙂