My bag is packed
Saturday, February 6, 2010
It's something I still haven't been able to fathom. No matter how many trips and flights I've been on, every time I wake up the day I'm supposed to leave for a holiday, I just can't wrap around the idea that by the end of the day I'd be sleeping in a foreign bed in a foreign environment. Sure, I can see it coming and I can place myself in that position, but I still can't
project it on some level.
It's the same thing this morning I woke up, knowing that by the end of the day, I'd be sleeping in some new bunk (I really hope I don't fall off, I don't use up all of my bed, but it's still much more roomy) with new people, still very much on Singaporean soil though, sans hair.
I tell myself it's only really effectively six days, which is really, really short if anyone thinks about it. But to wake up in the morning knowing I'm unable to continue living the lifestyle I've been having for the past two months is one that is nonetheless very odd, despite being slightly slightly familiar. The difference this time around is that unlike the varied depressed feeling I get when the holidays end and a new school term begins, I don't at all feel depressed right now. Slightly apprehensive, yes.
I must say, though, these two months have been the most memorable 'school' holiday I've ever had, not just for the significance of the holiday itself, but for how I told myself to make full use of it and try out certain new things, which I think I have done quite well.
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posted by joseph at 6:41 AM