There’s really nothing too fancy back home for me, but I am still glad that I seem to appreciate little things back here unnoticed by most of the people. Picking up small interesting pieces along your way seems more fun than it sounds.
Of course not too crazy about the people I smile to, don’t know who they are, but smile to anyway because my mom talks to them.
When you are at home watching series, tired but you don’t feel like sleeping yet. Your eyes closed, listening to what they are trying to say, you notice that talking scenes isn’t only about the conversation alone.
And by you, I meant me.