Home Therapy

After a long week surviving alone in that foreign place, I had the best therapy ever.

Having long dates till late morning with dear bed with my comfortable familiar scent, smelling dinner cooking in the kitchen at 6pm knowing that I don’t have to worry about my meals, meeting the best friends and talk about everything for hours, having full speed internet connection and using at anytime I want to with just a push on the wi-fi switch, driving around with my cutest Orange car to run errands instead of walking miles and sweat gallons, having mom to listen me out and empathize and most important is to have someone wagging his tail showing his excitement when I come home.

 

I’ll be back to the foreign place again.. tomorrow. Why does time pass faster when you want it to stop at that particular moment?

Funny how it’s been almost two months and it still feels as foreign as the first time I stepped into UTM.

This time, it’s going to be more painful than the first time.

Because I know that the next time I come home, it will never feel the same again. The emptiness of the porch will always be there. There won’t be anything that will be able to fill the emptiness.

When the thought hits me, it never fails to trigger my tear ducts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

On a total unrelated note, I nearly lost my rational and chose to buy iphone4 instead of waiting for iphone4S.

I don’t really think rationally when desire takes over. LOL.