Moving out from the house (and room) that I have spent most of my life growing up in wasn't so much of a big deal really. After all, I've done that couple of times before when I went to boarding school, preparatory college and then university. Even a couple of years back, I got sent to Thailand and Singapore for long stints on work related assignments when I was with my former company. But in all those times, it's never really been totally on my own as there's always a group of people that I'm living with. This time however, it's different as I could pretty much go about my daily personal life at my own pace. It's not to say that I never had the freedom to do so when I'm staying with other people but I guess I've been brought up to respect a common set of rules when living under the same roof as other people. Still, as much as I like this new degree of freedom, it's no fun when you come back to an empty home at the end of the day. That's different from what I had last time too.