I’m a guy who is pretty lousy with words. Spoken words that is. I have no problem writing down what I’m thinking or how I feel but to express them in words is like asking me to walk a tightrope. Hence the blog.
I’m an average middle-income single guy whose mother just moved in with him. Ok, maybe not just, it’s been 3 years now. I’ve been living the bachelor life for the past 10 years right after high school when my parents separated. I moved to the city and became a city boy.
3 years ago, my aging mother who has been living all alone decided to move in with me. Being the filial elder son (I have a younger brother) who is brought up in a traditional asian culture, I welcomed her. Little did I know that that was the last time I ever known freedom.
Here’s a journal of the journey from that time moment on.
