DECEMBER: A CHAPTER OF ENDING AND BEGINNINGS.
[Dear Readers, I am feeling mentally frozen due to the coldness of December. I'm bored of being bored because being bored is so boring. So from my boredom, here is my idealistic nonsense.] TUESDAY DECEMBER 28TH I always hate the act of leaving and the suspense between departure and arrival. I bid farewell to my hometown like a clumsy astronaut stepping onto an alien planet. Armed with a bag of clothes and a misguided belief that I'm a fully functional adult. Missing home is like the unexpected plot in the grand sitcom of life. It's as if my cozy hometown is the star of the show and I'm just a recurring character, constantly written out of the script but always present in the theaters of nostalgia near the lead actor. Well, it happened again, I'm missing home. It's a bit like misplacing your favorite pair of socks, only the socks are made of nostalgia and warmth. If homesickness burned calories, I'd be the best fitness guru by now. but All I've gained...