Been awhile since I had business to attend to in KL, Malaysia. Glad to be going back for the weekend.
When I come back, it’ll be the real test. The real beginning of what it means to be independently dependent on myself.
These days I’m quite the confused soul. What am I doing? What am I feeling? Why am I doing the things I am doing? But I know time will sort things out for me. I’ll find my way. Someday.
If I lived a life that required me to fly to different places often. I think it has it’s own form of loneliness. Waiting alone in airports, eating alone, working alone, sitting alone on planes and always looking at the horizon…
Just like how new things, new environment and everything new will help mend broken hearts, the familiar will often twist these wounded hearts with memories.