It's weird, but I have a feeling that I may be heading home sooner than December. You know, Piscean intuition that is so dead accurate that it's a wonder why I haven't won the lottery.
I always thought that I'll dread going home. But I am quite looking forward to it. Enough of cold summers and hot winters. Enough of days with no char bee hoon and luncheon meat, no ex-CCH support group meetings that are usually pig out sessions, no long we-do-absolutely-jack-all hanging out with cousins, no cursing in Hokkien and having another person understand me. And most of all, enough of life without my darlings.
One thing though, S and I haven't had the chat. And it seems weird that everyone else in my life is focused on my post MBA life, asking me the big question "When are you coming back?". And yet S and I haven't talked about it.
I know S and I have a good thing together, but all this avoidance of a chat and stall tactics for an answer makes me more more determined to just go home where I feel wanted and loved.
Most people are planning for my after MBA life back in Singapore - BBQ, drinks sessions, diving, more food and alcohol. Heck, one of my friends even volunteered to chauffeur me from Changi Airport to home. (Which is like a 20 minute ride by cab, and completely unnecessary for her as it is a big detour for her to drive from her home to fetch me... but it's sweet.), and take a few days from work to bum around with me.
It seems really strange that in 2 months, what I know as "my life in the UK" will completely be over. You know another closed chapter in the great big and oh-so-interesting book of my life. What a year. What a fantastic experience and great people I've met. I'm just so glad that I did it.
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