I’d love to blog about my life, but to be honest nothing much has been going on. I’ve just mainly been studying, sleeping, eating, studying – in that order, then repeat cycle. For some reason, just the thought of being home in exactly 4 days is driving me insane. I’ve already got my suitcase out, filled to the brim, and I swear it looks like I’m packing to go home forever instead of just 3 short weeks. I’d almost say I can feel myself adapting to this place, or maybe it’s because I’m just growing comfortable with always being alone. Whatever it is, I wish I wasn’t finding it so easy to change. Fighting it was making me sad, but accepting it is changing me into somebody entirely different from the girl who left Singapore 3 months ago. There was once a time when my greatest fear was fitting in, just being another face in a crowd of people, yet now I find that my greatest fear is standing out. I went from a school where I knew every single name of every single person, to a school where I know almost nobody, but it’s okay. I went from a school where I knew everything I said would have an impact on somebody or something, to a school where I never say anything, because people would think I was wrong, and people would think I was silly, but most of all because people just would not care. But that’s okay. In the beginning this jump, no – I really mean this leap, was so vast and so treacherous that I landed on the otherside not knowing who I was anymore. Is this growing up? I don’t know, I don’t know, but I sure hope they like the person who’s standing on the otherside much more than the person who left the tropics a lifetime ago.
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