It rained silently, as predicted, as I just began reading a novel in a living room that was comfortable but unfortunately, not mine. I looked out and appreciated the rain. I wondered, I used to like rain, where is that familiar smell of fresh rain? I couldn’t smell it, could it be because I was too high up above ground in this HDB flat that was not mine?
I continued looking out at the rain slowly falling and thought, it’s days like these that I yearn to have my own place. A nice 1 bedroom apartment with a nice little comfortable nook to read a good book with some natural light, fresh air and no distractions.
Yet, here I am 30 years old and still renting a small room in someone else’s flat. Hmm….