Rain...home...art...

It's until now only I understand the feelings of people who stucked in a traffic jam for hours, and finally, HOME! (Am I too late to understand it now?!)

Although I was not stuck in a jam for hours, but the pouring rain these few days is driving me crazy. After all day work, finally my boss is willing to release me from the office. All I want is to reach home asap, take my bath, enjoy my meal, and sit down like a lazy pig while watching tv. The journey back home is already far, plus the pouring rain, it somehow intimidates me.

All I can feel is darkness and loneliness while driving inside the freaking cold car. The rain is so heavy until I can't even see what's in front me. It sometimes make me feel miserable especially when the sky is fraking dark when it was just 6pm. There's this hidden fear in me...which I should not say it out here...

This few days I was so touched and happy everytime I enter my house compound. I feel relief. I feel good. And I realised how much I love my home. After a day of hard work, facing different bosses, different colleagues, the complexity of office politics, all I want is to be home after straining my brain the whole day. The art of dealing with people is never easy. So much more to learn, endless...