Writing at an hour way past my usual bedtime, you'll reckon there are things on my mind. Indeed, there are...
Sometimes I wish there are two of me, or maybe even more. How strange it is, the way it has dawned on me that I'll be away from home for a good almost half a year in 12 days. And though I am looking forward to my impending departure, I think I'm already missing home.
Oh yes, that indescribable feeling. A strange dilemma. Perhaps it's loneliness. For I miss the people here while I'm away, and the ones in Sydney while I'm home; the same way I miss those in Hong Kong terribly now.
And no, I don't suppose it's my propensity to not do as my heart desires. But attempting to debunk something which has already been established is futile. I long to (and have been so looking forward to) go on a road trip that has been planned for a while, yet I willingly gave it up just because I want to catch a glimpse of my little sister try on her first wedding dress.
Can I be here and there at the same time?
Sometimes I wish there are two of me, or maybe even more. How strange it is, the way it has dawned on me that I'll be away from home for a good almost half a year in 12 days. And though I am looking forward to my impending departure, I think I'm already missing home.
Oh yes, that indescribable feeling. A strange dilemma. Perhaps it's loneliness. For I miss the people here while I'm away, and the ones in Sydney while I'm home; the same way I miss those in Hong Kong terribly now.
And no, I don't suppose it's my propensity to not do as my heart desires. But attempting to debunk something which has already been established is futile. I long to (and have been so looking forward to) go on a road trip that has been planned for a while, yet I willingly gave it up just because I want to catch a glimpse of my little sister try on her first wedding dress.
Can I be here and there at the same time?
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