Ending work means going home to watch television with my super chatty grandma. (She doesn't have many people to talk to, so she crams all her conversations in with me? Ha) On some days, I end up closing my eyes for a moment and wake up finding that it's past midnight already :O
Even the amount of time spent with my siblings is dwindling to almost nil. Around twice a week I have dinner with my brother at home. Once a week, I have a long conversation with my sister in our room. But is that really enough? Oh well.
The thoughts of moving back into the small room in April is already giving me claustrophobic thoughts. Two people back in a space large enough only to accommodate one bed. And both 3 years older since the last time we stayed there. - ___ -