Since it was the weekend, I tried not to think about work. I had a long day ahead of me and I wanted to relax and sulk in the comfort of my pillow, but as a grown up that’s something you can only think of doing. Your day is mostly a contrast to that. I had to pick up the groceries and then do some cleaning around the house. You see, when you live in a shared accommodation, once in a while you have to do the chores. I am not a fan of them, but I must do my part.

I was still in bed when I created a blue-print of what my day would look like. That’s when my phone chimed. It was my mom. It was a daily routine, wake up, text mom and then go freshen up. She’s around 7.000 kilometers away and still manages to know exactly what time I wake up.

I guess, for someone I’m never going to be a grown up!