Home Alone for a month

one of the oldest church in Boston, located near Copley

I've just realized that this month will (/is) symbolize a lot of one of the many firsts in my lifetime for me again.

I had a small cookout party at my apartment the other day. I experimented where everybody brought a few ingredients of their own, and most of us end up cooking in my small kitchen so you can just imaging the small ruckus we made amongst ourselves.
can i have the pot now?
when is it my turn to cook?
what are you cooking?
is it done yet?
All in all, we all had a nice time. Even my housemate/roommate was enjoying herself after so many months of being stressed out (all of us were, because of school).

I've never been (will be) really alone for so long. My house mate (what they call as roommate here) will be away for a month. I'll be coming home to an empty apartment for a month. We'll see if I will go nuts first or be able to feel as if nothing has changed.

Meanwhile, I'll be going down to New York with a few of my friends tomorrow, and off to China for a school field-trip for a week. Will try to cram as many low-budget traveling as possible while I'm still a student and 'single'.

I won't be going back home before graduating though, since my loving family has imposed a one-year exile on me. All I can say is, thank god mom was able to see me through a short detour after her business trip. I miss home and my peeps. But with her visit, no matter how short it was, helped to ease my restless soul a bit. Apparently I'm not the only one as I know a number of my schoolmates who are going back home right now even though we only have 1 week break.

I've talked to some of my schoolmates here. To those people who have managed to cope being away from their home so well. Those that I talked to so far, they have managed to deal with it because this is not their first. But I also found out from my limited research and knowledge, they have come to get used to not feeling attached to their homeland and have a little difficulty feeling totally belonged to their 'former' homeland. and this has nothing to do with the phrase "macam kacang lupakan kulit" (the peanut has forgotten its skin, where it came from). It's just that people grow and get exposed to different things.

Sometimes I do wonder if people back home really do miss me, or they have learned how to move on, and my presence there doesn't really matter. Sometimes I wonder if I would feel that way. Consider the idea that your surroundings is just an enhancement of your life? As the saying goes, life goes on, right?


At the end of the day, it's your own faith and believe in yourself that will be guiding you through the labyrinth of life.

No need to mention to me that I only have 3 months plus more to go till I graduate. That doesn't matter and that's not the point. Just one of my random thoughts. I'm learning and growing.
I'm fine.