31 July 2013

I miss home. I miss Zara. Leaving to come back to OZ is always the hardest part of going back for a break. Its the part I dread the most. As the car leaves the driveway and I see your puppy eyes go down with dismay, somewhat knowing that it will be a long time before I am back again, my heart literally ached. But you'll always be with me, in my heart just like with Ruffy. 

I am currently undergoing what I would call stage 1 of my homesickness phase. It gets to me sometimes but can be distracted with other matters. This always happens. I come back from singapore, and am not used to the whole OZ thing. Then after much crying and idk what, I get too used to it and its time to head back to singapore. Then I get back home, get too used to home and forget all bout OZ. Then the whole cycle repeats itself. How sucky is that. Problem is, I can't not go home either. So both ways, I still end up getting home sick in other words. 

Well, I always have believed that God has a plan for me and that I may not know what he has planned and what it will all lead to, but he knows it all best. I may hate this current situation I am in and even blame him for it. But looking back at my whole life, these bad situations always turn out well and I always somehow or another get through it (or sometimes even better than expected, like a blessing in disguise). Coming to OZ to study, I am sure God has his plans for me here and though I've yet to find out what this plan of his is, I know everything he does is for my own good and everything happens for a reason. Soon things will just all fall into place like a previously nerve-wrecking jigsaw puzzle. Plus, I still got about a year plus to figure all these out.