March On

4 months of holidays just flew past me. Right now I'm sitting in my room under a different roof, doing online grocery shopping. Everything feels normal, way too normal. It seems like I just hit pause when I left, and now that I'm back, life goes back on track again. Let the game resume. It's hard to believe that a few days ago I was still sleeping in my bed in my house with my family, and had seafood at Salut which was super awesome. SOFT SHELLED CRABS FTW.

It's just really weird, like it's so surreal. Before I even have the chance to gather my bearings, I'm already sitting in a cramped plane trying to fall asleep. Sometimes when I'm here, I get the feeling that I'm alive, but I'm not living. Maybe I'm just waiting for some huge response or something, or waiting for the emotional roller coaster to kick in and make me super depressed about leaving. Except I'm pretty apathetic right now hmm.

You know, the hardest part of leaving is the part where you start walking into the departure hall at the airport. That one moment where you see your home and everything and everyone you have here, grow further and further away. Your heart sinks but your feet just keep walking, and your eyes can't leave the entrance. Then after that, you'll just go OMG HOW TO SURVIVE THE LONG FLIGHT WITHOUT DYING OF CRAMPS??