I miss familly

Everyday at lunch, I’d look enviously at the packed boxes that my colleagues bring to the table. Most of them still lives with their parents, or are already married with their own families. It’s something that eats at my heart whenever I sit down with them for lunch. Their multicolored boxes dotting the table, making my single cup of instant noodle stands out like a trench-coated lone gunman.

I am really missing my family, or rather, the comfort of one. Everyday I come home and it’s just myself and the multitude of problems awaiting to be solved. There’s never relaxation, only temporary escapes from reality. It’s true that you get the comfort of being your own boss, but at the same time, you don’t have the cozy feeling that someone’s got your back whatever happens.

There’s never any nice surprises that warms your heart. A nice meal ready after a hard days work, pre-filled gas tank when someone knows that you are driving long distance, or just the simple familiar question: “are you allright” when you have a bad day.

Nope, it’s just me and the world.