... that I'm back. Once again. And alive, for that matter. I decided to pick up drawing once more. What's different from last time (or last few times)? Well, I moved out from my home. This is actually the first time for me to leave my family and my place completely. I always had someone around. Some circumstances led to this new opportunity, and I'm grateful for that. Not that I had it particulary bad at my familys home - but I felt kind of trapped. I hardly moved forward in life, be it at my jobs, my college or my hobbies. I sort of just "stood there" as if time stopped around me. I needed to break free, and it was about damn time! So I move