and so i thought
i was pretty certain that i wouldn't miss home this time round, seeing that this year is officially my 5th year in Melbourne. or so i thought.i was doing my literature review (i was pretending to) on my flight back to melbourne, and i heard the girl sitting beside me silently sobbing when the plane took off from Changi Airport. and i think "awww, poor girl." and in some weird way, i feel very proud of myself. when the fasten ur seatbelt sign went off (well u know i always ALWAYS follow the rules), i retrieved a packet of tissues from my bag which was tucked under the seat, and gave it to her. and very wisely, i said "don't worry about it, i have been there before." and so i made a new friend. and i feel like i have grown. or so i thought.
today is my third day in melbourne, the weather is nice, the people at work are nice, my friends are awesome as always but i think i miss home, i miss my family, i miss my house, i miss every bits of it, and dang i even miss driving.
really, there is no where like home.
mind you, i am not emo. emo is not in my dictionary. ELizabeth Gilbert once mentioned that emotions are the slave of ur thoughts, and people are the slave of emotions. I have great thoughts, that's why i am not emotional, and that's why i am not a slave. make sense? well have a think about it :P
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