I left school back in almost late 2012,
prior and during which I had been lucky to pick up quite a number of amateur
working experiences through internship, freelanceship, part-time and volunteer works.
Before I was finally able to land in for a job I had to live several couples of
dreary weeks without jobs but seeking for one; that was almost burning all the
academic parts of my body. Life! You have no ideas or might have some but,
well, life during those weeks sucked.
I, however, got a job after some moments searching. I
was committed to the job, which I loved and felt passionate for. As times grew
forward, I was conditioned to selflessly convince myself to leave and I happily turned in the letter.
Home sweet home for the second time!
On a conclusive manner, the period of “home
sweet home” are freedom-spraying and, along time, somewhat depressing.
The good point, above all, though, is the
struggle to fight and move on. With reflections, I gotta say I learned and
observed something during those dark and absurd moments of being too free. The
following decipher those knowledge and I'd like to humbly share with all of you.