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Monday, February 25, 2008


I'm back in Avondale, and in addition to having a mild headache from sleep deprivation (those seats in the planes are not sleep-friendly at all), I'm feeling heaps a tad bit homesick.

Is it a feeling that one will ever completely get used to?

Unpacking doesn't make it any easier either. I take out a striped shirt, and then I think of my father who bought it for me on my birthday. I stack my clothes into organized piles, and I think of my aunt who folded them. I arrange bottles of food supplements in the cupboard, and I think of my mom who purchased them. I unwrap my slippers, and I think of my sister who helped put them in a plastic bag for me.

And occasionally I find one or two fine, short strands of whitish fur on my dark shirts, and I realize that they came from my Siamese cat, which I love dearly, even though the feeling is not mutual. (We're talking about cats here.)

What puzzles me is that no matter how many times I've left home for a period of time, leaving again is never easy. There will always be the holding back of tears, that pang of regret in the heart. Shouldn't I be used to it by now?

I guess, to answer my own question, homesickness will always be there. Time may lessen it, but will never ever take it away.

Needless to say, I will be fine.

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Thursday, February 14, 2008

Yup. I owe this post (and countless others) to you all.

It's not that I've been lazy. Just go look for July 10, 2007's post for the explanation. Now that I'm lazy to permalink for you. I've just gone archive-spelunking for it, so gimme a break.

On the bright side, once I'm back in my dorm room in Avondale, you can expect to see posts. Lots of it even, I promise.

So stay tuned. I'm leaving on the 24th.

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