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Going Home  Time To Go Home From my Office Window (see reflection of window blinds), March 2004 From my office window, there are two ways to know that its time to go home, looking up, beholding the beauty of the sunset, and looking down, seeing Ortigas traffic. Going home is the most anticipated time of the day for me. Upon paying my parking dues and driving through traffic, the aniticipation builds up as I reach my wife's office. Plans for the night will be a mixture of pre-determined activities (DVD night on either Monday or Tuesday; Prayer Meetings on Wednesdays and Badminton during Thursdays). Fridays are often left for us to decide whether we steer clear from Metro traffic and spend it discussing things over good food and or coffee. Home here is not physically the home where our two pups will literally jump from their sleep to welcome us, or a cold bed waiting to be warmed up, it is the thought that at the end of the day, I'll be spending it again with my wife - doing practically the same things, but enjoying them in different ways. Home is where the heart is. Bookmark this post on:
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