Returning for the LAST time (hopefully)
I shall be returning to the UK for the last time (hopefully) tonight. Funny enough, it doesn't excite me at all despite knowing the fact that I have only 2 months more to go before I earn my "licence to kill" and bid a permanent farewell to a place I've lived in for more than half a decade. Is it the post-annual leave syndrome playing up? Or is it the thought of the piling things I have to rush to do once I get back? Or is it this weekend's on call which I so dread to do? Or is it an unexplained loneliness I still get within despite having friends there? Perhaps..it's a little of everything.
With a bank holiday to extend my annual leave for one more day, I have already gotten a good bargain, and was able to spend more time than I could have asked for with Dearie. But this is never enough I suppose. The thought of being only able to see him a few months later again saddens me very much. I hated the idea of having to leave him so much that I was hoping so much to miss my flight. Anyway, I'm appreciating the effort he's putting in to try and make our regular separations temporary. I'm telling myself that even though we'll still be separated after I've come back to Sg, it will be better than being half the world apart like how we are at the moment. Family, friends, and the hectic schedule at work will ease it up. Plus no more time difference, and I'll be able to cheer myself up with silly childish thoughts like "He must be having lunch while I'm having mine" and "He must be getting ready to sleep now just like me."
This holiday has been good for me both at home and in China. My little puppy has made it a difference for me, giving me something to look forward to the moment I wake up, to whenever I feel alone. He's still too young to be climbing stairs, but I'm sure when he's older, he'll become a frequent visitor to my room. :)
Feeling damn sianz...and I'm not in the mood to pack my luggage at all (hate packing luggages after all these years) even though there's hardly anything to pack. Just wanna lie in bed and rot away.
With a bank holiday to extend my annual leave for one more day, I have already gotten a good bargain, and was able to spend more time than I could have asked for with Dearie. But this is never enough I suppose. The thought of being only able to see him a few months later again saddens me very much. I hated the idea of having to leave him so much that I was hoping so much to miss my flight. Anyway, I'm appreciating the effort he's putting in to try and make our regular separations temporary. I'm telling myself that even though we'll still be separated after I've come back to Sg, it will be better than being half the world apart like how we are at the moment. Family, friends, and the hectic schedule at work will ease it up. Plus no more time difference, and I'll be able to cheer myself up with silly childish thoughts like "He must be having lunch while I'm having mine" and "He must be getting ready to sleep now just like me."
This holiday has been good for me both at home and in China. My little puppy has made it a difference for me, giving me something to look forward to the moment I wake up, to whenever I feel alone. He's still too young to be climbing stairs, but I'm sure when he's older, he'll become a frequent visitor to my room. :)
Feeling damn sianz...and I'm not in the mood to pack my luggage at all (hate packing luggages after all these years) even though there's hardly anything to pack. Just wanna lie in bed and rot away.
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