Adapting
It's been 3 weeks since I moved and I've had pretty good days throughout the weeks... except for the occasional days when I couldn't bring myself to eat (which to me, is very ideal). However, last night, I had a dream and when I woke up, all I wanted to do was go home. I allowed myself to let it out in the shower before stepping out, feeling a little bit more positive! But for the first time ever since I moved or started work even, I was looking forward to Monday. On Sunday, I felt extremely down, especially because I knew that my former flatmate's leaving the day after. I stayed in bed most of the day, just waiting for Monday to come except for when I had to prepare for work. That was when I realised that it's not going to be easy. I'll have days when I would love it here but then days when all I want to do is fly back home. Days when I want to explore whatever is out there and days when all I want to do is stay in bed. Days when I look for