Working in the city really squeeze me emotionally. At first it's fun, of course. There's a lot going on the big city. But slowly and surely I was burnt out of my passion, I was afraid I would never be able to draw again.
Coming back home to the countryside is like a breath of fresh air (literally even, since the air's so fresh I was no longer constantly coughing). The slow, mundane life that is the countryside is like a balm healing my introverted soul.
Working in the city really squeeze me emotionally. At first it's fun, of course. There's a lot going on the big city. But slowly and surely I was burnt out of my passion, I was afraid I would never be able to draw again.
Coming back home to the countryside is like a breath of fresh air (literally even, since the air's so fresh I was no longer constantly coughing). The slow, mundane life that is the countryside is like a balm healing my introverted soul.
Sometimes happiness is living a "boring" life.