guess who's back

I have shifted back home, for good. Sigh.
Special thanks to Wilson who gave me a lift on Saturday and Saudi who helped me shifted my stuff back home on Sunday.

The whole of last week was devoted to expedition, and I didn't have much time to settle the millions of unsettled stuff. Even till now, 75% of my brain is occupied with expedition stuff.

I took freaking long to pack my stuff. Spent lots of time thinking which are the ones that I should keep and which are the things that I should dump. There were a lot of flashback memories and it's really amazing how everything just seems so yesterday.
I woke up sobbing on Saturday morning, because I see myself crying when trying to send off some of the expedition members who will be coming back early. The sadness is so real and I think I will cry a lot when the trip is over. I hate goodbyes.
Polly was watching me pack all the while and we were chatting along fine, but it hit me hard when she said she's going out already.

Moving back has a whole lot of meaning.
Moving back means no freedom.
Moving back means lots of restrictions.
Moving back means you have to care, you can't "don't care" anymore.
Moving back means you are now padlocked inside the house. No more "TI TI" simon-voss lock.
Moving back means you have to socialize with your family members, even if you are not in the mood.
Moving back means you cannot do whatever you want anymore.

Basically, you get the idea uh.
And it's not going to help if you are starting on a new phase of your life.
Things get worse when your mother is utterly disappointed in your choice of career and she's totally not supportive at all.