I miss my parents. I miss my sisters. I miss teaching. I miss my students. I miss bush-walking. I miss living without reading and typing. I miss to wake up in the morning and to know that I don’t have to do anything in rush. I miss baking lovely stuffs. I miss living without thinking about ‘targets’. I miss reading for entertaining my soul, and not to read because I HAVE to. Hate it!
When I can stop?