My parents asked us to have lunch together at the kopithiam downstairs. I saw my dad dabbing away tears. It wasn't so hard to leave the house. But a part of me was left behind. I'm sad but I don't want to cry in front of them. I just kept telling myself that I'll be back for a visit before I know it. I admire people who've left, for their strength. It really isn't easy leaving people behind. I wonder how long I will continue to cry until I start getting used to being homesick.
Received many texts biding me farewell & good luck. The closer I get to boarding time the more emo I feel. This will be my last entry till I can gain access to internet again. So this is how it feels to leave home.
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