Away from home

The damage is done.

I am officially returning home for the summer after a year and eight months away!

Being 9000 miles away from home, I cannot deny that I cannot help but to feel homesick sometimes. It is not a regular feeling for me but I have days when I just wished I can pack my stuff and take a bus or flight home. I wish home is not 48 hours away...

I have learnt to accept the fact that life goes on without me. Therefore, I have managed to be indifferent to pictures of family gatherings, friends' outings and scrumptious food that I received on a regular basis to make myself feel better. I have learnt that it is hard to be happy for other people's happiness, but I always tell myself that I cannot be bitter (which I am, at times). (To further explain, I am not saying that I am not happy for their successes or achievements but I am just unhappy that I could not be there in person myself to share those moments, e.g., weddings, graduations.)

However, I love my regular Skype sessions with my families and my Whatsapp group with my friends. They keep me up to date with daily or weekly happenings and I appreciate those very much. It makes me feel like I am not missing a lot (though in reality, I am). It just feels good to know that I am still part of their life and not just a face or somebody that they used to know (hopefully).

All in all, I cannot wait to be home!
Countdown: three and a half more months.