My Workplace
I work here. I
eat my meals here. During those times that my heart gets broken, I cry here until the wee hours of the morning, until I get too exhausted to cry, and sleep would be a great escape.
I sit on my
bed, for the desk is right next to my bed. This is where I compose my essays,
this is where I design my customized curriculum for my students, this is where I
conduct online classes. This is where I visualize
how I turn my dreams into realities.
This place is
my only silent witness on those moments when I rejoice or cry. Of course, I dream
of moving to a better abode, with a real office/workplace at one corner of my
room…but for now, the circumstances do not allow me to do so. Nevertheless, I love
this place because it’s my own space.
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