living alone

What can I say...I LOVE IT ! I don't mean to be insensitive. I love my family and do miss them all a whole lot. But the sense of freedom is overwhelming. Responsibility has new meaning to me now. In the past, I just needed to call home and I was sure that either my grandma, aunt or mom would be around. Living alone means that I have to make sure that the lights are all switched off, nothing left cooking on the stove, plants are watered (God only knows what a killer I am !) and wake-up for work less that "another 5 minute" excuse. I've learnt and am still learning. It's quiet at home but I've leant to appreciate the peace after a hard day at work. Thank goodness, I've made some really good friends at home. For those of you who don't know me, home to me is Armanee in Damansara Damai. My neighbour is a really lovely single mom. She's a Muslim lady with a 16 year old daughter. We get along famously and will often meet up just to chat or go out for that cup of coffee. She feeds me too ! Of course (when I do cook), I always make sure that I send something over to her. She loves soup cooked Chinese style ! Lately, I've thought about inviting my family overbut I'm just too damn lazy. Yeah....I'm that sort of daughter and niece. My mom always tells me, "Nobody will know even if I die !". Don't worry mom, I'm just a phone call away ! Ha Ha. You are all always in my thoughts and prayes even if I'm not with you in person.