Monday, December 22
Yes, I'm finally back home, or rather, I was actually home away from home... Anyhow, I'm just woke from sleep (yes, I'm a pig, I know) and ate my dinner. Just feeling a little sick from jetting all over, and I feel as if I just got out from a bus ride, as if Kuching was just a bus ride away (Well, almost, if you compare the time taken for me to get to school and the time I spent on flight).
You think I must be mentally unbalanced. I know I am. At least for this period of time till I readjust back to the person I was before the trip. Kuching trips always do that to me, and I find myself crying despite several self-admonishments. I'm not weak. But I'm just sensitive to such things. It's a way of letting go of yourself to feel what you have lacked, and to weep away your grievances.
I'm still trying to figure out the sole reason why I feel so much for these trips. Maybe it's because I'm permanently away, or maybe it's just some kind of chemistry that erupted from its dormant state. Whatever it is, it's making me behave so weirdly I can't believe it's me.
Whatever happened to the old and cheery me? I'm still sobbing...
Posted by Isabelle at 9:51 pm