Walk of Freedom

I don't usually write anything personal on this blog for some reason. And I realized I don't post pics of myself too often either. Yesterday I felt like I should write this, although it's nothing spectacular:
Whenever I come home alone at night (which almost never happens these days), I have to go down a street along a ditch (on the left). I am all alone and a certain sense of freedom overcomes me usually. A feeling that one day I will be able to do all the things I would like to after all. That there are no limits. All my problems and the things holding me back are then gone. Most of the time I listen to some song I love, which makes this feeling only stronger. Yesterday was a night like that after a long time. Too bad the feeling falls into pieces the moment I step into my broken home. Yesterday I was listening to Rihanna's Rehab and Questions Existing. (you can download them with right click, save target as...) In the last one, the chorus goes:
Who am I living for?

I guessed I should be living for myself before I can live for somebody else. (That's me walking home yesterday night)