There are times when I get hit by a realization of the privilege of my upbringing.

I was raised in a neat employee housing complex. It’s a well designed resident area, offices, houses, hospital, pool, huge soccer field, shops, even a golf course! It’s integrated nicely within the complex.

While I was there, a street jam never occurred, I walked to and fro school and home.. not the slightest worry  about the pickpocket or bad guy on the street. Well, around 1993 there was a flood in the area, but the company took care of all of the residents well.

Perhaps that’s why, living in the big city now, I’m not immune with all the big cities regular hectic life. It takes hours to get to one point from home… The street jam, the constant invitation to move instead of rest… To have something to be displayed to the public instead of keeping things private stay private..

May you have a great day dearest reader,

K Sabrina