Already February ~ missing you all...

After an undisclosable amount of shopping in Hong Kong, 600 photos in Cambodia, and many an angpow later, I'm now back in Melbourne. Melbourne? Did I use to live here? Where's mum?

Struggled through two days at work, and Praise the Lord it's finally the weekend. It's almost an unbearable injustice that work doesn't allow you to fully grief the end of your holidays.

I'm still grieving. My mind is elsewhere, and my body rejects its being in Melbourne. I'm doing all the same things I used to do, but nothing feels the same anymore. Or at least, not yet. I'm so homesick that if I let it, it could probably hurt me.

Perhaps one consolation I'm granted is that I now have some things in perspective.

I never want to be too far away from my family and the people I love. Let it be that i'm reciting the greatest cliche in history, but I've strangely never been more certain that I love my family, and love them just the way they are.

For some time now, i had believed that I was an independant and capable individual, whose strength was unbreakable and exclusively created by myself. How foolish could I have been for not realising that, all this time I had in fact co-existed with my family despite being continents apart, my very happiness tied in with theirs, my smile only if they do, and that my strength and will for life was only possible for as long as they were with me.

Miss you all, cherish you forever, and proud to be your daughter, granddaughter, cousin and niece.