These past days, I have been feeling restless and bored. Maybe, I just miss home. And my job too. I just miss having to wake up everyday for work. It's been a while since I was last employed and I still don't forget the feeling of having something to do that's fulfilling, at least, professionally. Actually, the very reason why I resigned has something to do with my personal life. It's a matter of priority as it was my choice. But in times like this, when I just have to stay in the house all day long, I couldn't help feeling nostalgic.
It's a bad thing that I couldn't apply for any job here. I just need to abide with the conditions of my visa. And I would jeopardize my husband's job if I insist getting a job.
I'll just have to wait for my time so I can work again. If it's not here, I know, it will be in a right place and time. For now, all I can do is be a supportive housewife.
I just wish we can have some time to unwind and relax. Maybe, if hubby can find time, we can go to the mall, since here, its the usual place to spend free time. I hope its already weekend.