Today was my first full Saturday in my apartment. No going home to my family's place. Just spent the day in my own.
It's been a few years since I lived away from home, mainly due to job assignments. This is the first time I've done it not because of work, but just because I could.
I thought that all I'd do at my family's place would be to lay in bed, read, or watch TV.
And I could do all that in my apartment.
That did get to me, the thought that it's not where you are, but what you do. Or what you don't.
