My year here is coming to an end. And as expected, all the girls are getting sentimental about leaving hall. Well of course I feel the same way but I think I’m letting my feelings for other things cloud my thoughts.

I waited half a year to go home and now that I’m a week away to boarding that plane, I’ve never been more apprehensive or nervous. Six months has been a long time to be away and people have changed. And I don’t know what to expect from it. Will we still be able to talk as if I’ve never left? Or will there be awkward silences? Will we still share the same laughs and jokes? Or feel like a huge chunk of our lives has passed without each other and there’s no way to fill it again?

Well I’ll know in a week won’t I?

 

…If it’s a broken heart then face it.