I'm home. It's been nearly a week and it feels like I never left. Except the rain keeps pouring (when before it was at the peak of heat) and my luggage lies in my room unpacked, mostly because it makes more sense to simply transfer everything that's been nicely washed, ironed and folded into my bigger luggage for the 27th. Maybe it's easier to be the one coming and going, I don't know; but it's never quite so easy being the only one away from home as well. This time, it will be different from the last, as if my India trip was a prep one for the year ahead. I have mixed feelings, I don't think I'm quite as excited as I was when I first got news that I got in, now that there's something pulling me back to Singapore; but I'll have as much faith as I can, and well, we'll see. :)
On a sidenote, I finally ate carrot cake (white) yesterday, and I'm pleased at how my meals back home are turning out. No need for atas over priced anything, I would like to have as much homemade noodles + kaya toast + half boiled eggs + ...; also because I am quite broke. =x
Oh, and today's the first rest day I've had, if only because of the sad pathetic reason of food poisoning. It seems like the monsoon has followed me home, I felt completely comfortable being (near) Little India yesterday (kinda scary) and I stare at the menu items on Indian stalls to see what I can recognise. My colleagues emailed me updates and random hi's and I am quite touched. 2 weeks left, sigh.
