People have been asking me "how's life?" these days knowing I am enjoying some time off work. The first day of freedom, I felt really weird. In fact I woke up at 540am (it's summer so it's all bright and cheery by 5am) and I could not get back to sleep. I started to think of the weekly 8am meeting at work and told myself not to be so silly because I started to feel nostalgic and sad. K being a light sleeper saw me tossing and turning and told me "don't be crazy, get back to sleep…" In the afternoon I thought I'd take a 20min walk to our high street to get some food and also some flowers for the house since I will be home for most of the time now. When I was there, I was greeted with groups of school kids after school hours - giggling, laughing, chasing one another down the road - and the sight just looked really foreign to me. The whole day I kept having this thought of "omg I am jobless?!". Silly I know. It's just realisi...