i really miss home. i feel like a particle of dust floating direction-less waiting to land on the floor…where i might find home.
i’m couting down my days to get on a bus and be there in bangkok with the ones i love again. i don’t wanna spend another day here in chiang-mai.
homesickness makes me sick, jumpy, irritated and have no peace. unless i get what i want, there shall be no happiness…that’s what my inner soul says.
paradoxically, i’m still enjoying life and work here. but i need an escape, a refreshment and an away-from-what’s-bogging-my-mind.
there’re many things going on here at compassion, exciting and scary things. there’s a big change for one. it’s like that time when you get on a roller-coaster, and there’s a huge swing…a swift turn…so fast that there seems to be a hundred butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
solitude is needed. an intermission before another act begins. a break before the final match is played. now i feel like i’m going to faint.
i never thought it could be this severe. i really miss home.