:-/

I never thought I'd feel this way, but these days, work is my escape, my sanctuary of peace.

Work itself is crazy, busy and sometimes I feel like I'm going out of my mind. But, amazingly I'm at peace.

Unlike home. Hmm...can I even call it home? Isn't home somewhere you can unwind after a hard day's work and relax? If that's the definition of home, than where I'm staying isn't home.

If I could wish for one thing and have it come true, it would be that I can move out of my house and have my own home.

Sigh...

-A-