Where did all my time go?
So we've gone from 6 months till i leave to less than four days. My bags are not packed. They are far from being ready to transport twenty-two years of clothes, makeup, shoes, memories, tears and happiness from a place i call home. Clothes strewn on the floor with random ziplock bags of medicine and food pastes (ultimate necessity, or so i've been told) nestled in between. My shoes are separated into piles of importance; MUST HAVE, MAYBE, NEXT TRIP. Really, my room is an absolute mess. But it is an exciting kind of mess, kinda like adventures waiting to happen.
Soon, Wednesday will arrive and I will wake up in the morning as disorientated as ever and not realise that this would be the last time being awoken by jewel's annoying purring. I will brush my teeth, wash my hair, grab some coffee and probably not realise how far i'll be from everyone I love in a matter of hours. I will sit in the car, watch the world go by as i pull up in Changi Airport, probably still feeling like "i'm only here to pick someone up" But no, I'll check in 30kgs worth of my life, say my goodbyes, give kisses, shed a few tears (silently and privately) and think, "Here we go."
But again, I am excited.