I am tired from a whole week's work and travel. It feels great to know that it is Friday. Finally I am going home. But where is home?
I stay in two different places: one my home city, the other my home base of work. My real home is where my family is - my son and mother. That's where love is. That's where laughter sounds good. That's where peace seems constant amid the noise.
My other home, or shall I say my other residence, is where head office is. I stay in a small condo alone. That's where I talk to myself. That's where I feel so alone. That's where silence is constant.
But no matter where I am going home today, I just want to be there and enjoy my most deserved weekend.