The past few days have been exhausting, mentally, physically and emotionally. I'm spent, there's very little left inside me, I need a long long rest to get away from my mad mad world (that sounds familiar... hmm). Tommorrow is the big day, I'll be flying back home for the first time in almost 3 years, I'm excited, yet apprehensive of how things are going to be. Firstly, I've heard Singapore has changed considerably. Personally, I don't believe the change could have been that drastic, I mean Singaporeans are creatures of habit, yes? What concerns me the most about going back is living with my folks again. Don't get me wrong, I love them and miss them terribly, but living with them under the same roof is a whole different issue altogether. I don't think I'll take the incessant nagging too well, after all, I've been living alone for so long, I just hope we can find some happy-medium and get through the next month without killing each other.
I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll miss Melbourne when I'm in Singapore, not sure what I'll miss, maybe the weather, my Willy (err.. not what you think), my sweetie housemate who never fails to spice up my life, in more ways than one. I know for sure there are some things in Melbourne I will not miss, and I hope my month long break will rejuvenate me and give me strength to tackle life's challenges head on. Next year will be a tough year, so this break is just what I need. I don't know if I'll blog when I'm in Singapore, I'll try but no promises.
"I'm leaving on a jetplane......"