Tomorrow will be the last day of my on-the-job training and I'm a both excited and unwilling for this experience to end. Going back home means comfort, safety and security. Home means.. hmm well.. it means what it should: friends and family (and my dogs). After a gruelling summer, finally, I don't have to worry much about money- the life blood of my stay, away from home. Every move I make here for the past few weeks entails the spending of money and at a far greater rate compared to that at home. I can finally get out of bed at three, four, five in the afternoon and not worry of what to fill my stomach with and any time I can munch on both nutritious, junk and not-so-nutritious food on unregulated amounts and sleep without having to worry if someone's gonna sneak and steal both my valuable and invaluable belongings (invaluable means crap). No more dangerous, polluted and stinky streets. No more hours-length of travel to your regular mall or a friend's place. Finally, I can go to places with just a few jingling coins in my pocket, and reach them in a jiffy. I can be away from all that in a few days..But...I'm fine with all that and willing to be through all that again and maybe until nobody knows when.Why?Ask her.
posted by Chrysophylax at 9:28 AM
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