This is the first time I write blogs, so I'm just gonna write it about the single problem I'm facing now. One more month is exactly the time I have left with my family and friends here, in city A. I'll be moving soon, and it's depressing me. I'm not used to staying away from my beloved ones, especially my parents. It's gonna be a pleasant experience; studying abroad, but the homesick that I'll surely be facing has already starting to sicken me. If there would be a final wish that I have to make, is my parents being as healhty as they are and as prosperous as they are.
I have just lost somebody, which will I call K here, two months ago. His wish was ever to see me studying with my cousins abroad. He was so thrilled hearing that I'd be going soon, but he wasn't close enough to send me off to my first day of school, if you know what I mean. So his wish is one of the things that encourage me most to be going asap. I never would have said sth unpleasant bout the experience I'd be getting, no, never. But 'leaving' is quite a synonym for 'ending' and I absolutely hate the idea.
However, I strongly believe that there is one positive thing about me departing soon. I would be running. Running away from these memories. Sad memories. And I'm just delighted to see that they won't be hurting me anymore, cause I'd never again see J tearing my heart apart.
to be continued..
