Goodbye, Home

My stupid so-called seven-day vacation has come to an end. Seven more hours and I'm off to the airport, once again going back to the harsh world of independence, leaving the place where I felt most comfortable - my home, sweet home. I always hate leaving because it always makes me feel that there's a part of me that I would leave behind, and what I hate most is leaving home. I hate leaving my bed, my room, my house, my family, my city... I will surely miss sleeping (I can only sleep on my own bed, mind you), watching TV 'till all hours and just stretch my legs, using this PC and wasting my time playing Spider Solitaire, all the food that my mother cooks or buys, the super clean potable tap water, the jaw-dropping sales at the malls, everything.



It seemed so shocking that days just go incredibly fast. Is it me or is one hour already equal to sixty seconds and not sixty minutes? Haven't met all of my friends in this short period of time (waaah... haven't seen Lalay. mishu, Lay). I even brought my book thinking that I could finally open it here and finally study but I haven't even touched it. I haven't even drank a single drop of my favorite RH!!!



I just remembered, I haven't packed yet. My things are still all over my room. I guess I'll do it in the morning. Time check: it is exactly 2 am; Departure: 11:40 am (not sure if it's correct); "Go" to the airport: 9 am; Therefore, I'll pack at 8 am. Good. I got it scheduled now.



Thinking about the things that I'm leaving behind makes me ask myself if it is all worth it. Apart from the material things, I would surely miss my mama and my bro. Oh boy, I'm about to cry. I'm already crying and I'm about to bawl. Another thing is I dread going back to work, to go back to the job of being plastic - they call it "customer service" - and have a nagging old hawk watch your every move and give out shitty pesters. To hell with that. Hmm... Maybe that's to tell me to leave the job, but that means leaving my friends there. Shit. I'm in a catch-22 again.



Oh well. I guess there are good things in returning to that place of independence. I could go out or go home late. I could do anything I want, that is if I could afford it. That's it. Wow, the price I have to pay just to have a little bit of freedom. Welcome again to the sleepless nights, to the amazing traffic-causing traffic lights, to the pollution, to the people who spit everywhere... Syit, man. Syit!