Strange to actually be back home. I don't know when I'll be back in London with Lawrence again, which I secretly hope so. This means I have to work extra hard for it. Still, nothing feels like home. It felt spacious, surreal, almost too hot for a headache.
It didn't sink in yet on the first day I arrived. Not until the next day when I woke up and I realised -Hey, I'm home. I'm actually home. Now what.
I started editing my resume and writing cover letters ever since I came back home. I felt rested in London, quite pumped up feeling the need to do something. The thing about interning in London, is that every where you go, there will be a speck of dust over thin air that will inspire you and take you places. Vibes that I don't usually get while in Malaysia. This case I must at least send out a few while them happy spirits are still within me. Weird. What did I just say.
Not sure if I wanna keep blogging. Perhaps I will but under a different name. which means I don't really get to post up pictures of myself. Since I'm back home, I'd figure personal space would be crucial to me. I hope familiar beings would understand that I really need my own space to share my thoughts. Especially since my boyfriend is 6000 miles away from me. Hurrah.
I said '' back home '' too many times.
I said '' back home '' too many times.
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