COULD IT BE ANY HARDER
- The Calling -


It's been 2 weeks since I've moved back to the big city.

It's taking me longer than expected to get used to it all again. I was only away for a couple of years.

All at once I realise how much more expensive THIS city is (survey ain't far off), maybe I've grown stingy living in a quiet town, but I know for sure I am being very careful. I'm still recovering from the ridiculously priced waffle, and I'm secretly praying that Deb decides to fly back to Miri for the rest of her 5-MONTH holiday, so I don't need to spend more than I can save.

I can't even stand window-shopping anymore (gasp!). And people dress weird.

Neither does staying at the hotel for the whole month help that much. It's far from being homely, and I don't have enough space for my shoes!

So I do feel melancholy at times. Alone. Maybe I shouldn't convince Deb to fly back too soon after all.

To battle the yucky feeling, I keep myself busy, or try to. I've got my kitchen project going on, and work has been coming steadily. This week maybe I'll hit the gym again, get in shape for July (haha).

Gosh I miss my friends in Miri.

It's a good thing we had an Indian farewell before I left. One of those never-ending dinners and alcohol consuming sessions to celebrate the move and man, did I struggled to put up a brave front. Gradually it sunk in that I was really leaving, but it was still truly hard at the end too. Add was the first to make me really lose it. I didn't even get to see her wedding album!

I still hate farewells, be it mine or others. There's bound to be a chain reaction of tears.

The journey to recovery is not as simple.

Bad news is, I asked for it.

....there's even a tribute page of sorts, sweet and with all good intentions, but couldn't help but think that maybe I failed to attend my own funeral :)

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