I’m back to Melbourne after 6 long weeks of holiday, I’m glad I still remember how reluctant it is to walk out of the house in the cold and find the morning so damn cold, how tired it is to stand in the train listening to my ipod and how boring it is to catch the time of the train I should take for work, then the password to log in for my job, the location of my office table and my leader’s name, etc – when these things comes around, I know things got back to usual again.
Usual might not be that usual, I’m lost getting back here – lost the sound where my nephews and niece cry and make noises during the morning before I wake up, lost the voice of my mum nagging me to come home for dinner, lost of the calls from my friends asking me to go bak kut teh for lunch, lost the feeling of having a car to go around whenever I like, lost of the feeling that friends are just one or two streets away from my house and lost of staying in the same time zone with most friends and family, and even lost when close one isn’t around.
I took 1 day to pack my luggage and another day to unpack them but I wonder how many days I need in order to pack up my feelings…
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