Why Am I

Why am I looking forward to the day that I will move from one house completely on my own? The idea of packing away my things and then loading them into my car and then opening the door of my new place and then unloading the car and then unpacking the boxes and then arranging the house.

I am excited about the day that I will sit on my clustered living room, having supper with myself, tired, grimy, and planning how the next day would go.

Yet, I have some experiences with moving...two times my whole family moved from one place to another, and then now, I am living in a place all too far from them. All three I had [still having] problems coping up. I always feel homesick or something like that. I sometimes remember the smell of our old house and would feel very very nostalgic and would wish that we are still living there.

So, it is really really odd for me to feel this way. I do. So I am odd. and outta myself. Ü

I am leaving in 2 hours..

So there's this big big big possibility that I'll be away from my blogs.

If I can [and if I am lucky], I will post something by friday.

Cant wait to be home again.

I just want to be home

...and away from all the craziness of it all.

I guess I had too much of a vacation last sembreak.

I'm about to leave...

yep. in 45 minutes or so, I have to leave home. I can't go back until the August 2nd and 3rd, for my next two weekends are packed with exams. The worst bit is, I'll stay in the university even on the weekend before my 17th birthday! Darn.

This is actually the least likeable part of going home...

Okay, to make things clear, I am not that sad...I am not just happy.

small poetry.

I long to

sit on that

shed and wait

for the bus to

take

me

home.**

**Gosh, I really dont know where this wave of homesickness is coming from...I mean, I am at home! It's been around since december, I think.