holy smokes. 5 days' worth of packing isn't quite enough for 2 1/2 years of work. and memories. and junk. and shit. and crap.
i've donated 4-5 bags worth of clothing to op shops and charitable causes, thrown out some notes (i'm a sentimental person and to throw away my all research stuff is too xin tia [heart ache]) and cleaned out my share of the fridge. despite all this, in my wardrobe hangs 2-3 pretty dresses (for later tonight and tomorrow + the flight home), a few cardigans, some pairs of shoes, papers strewn all over the ground and those shit miscellaneous items one always seems to have. i wonder if my business class ticket can save me this time :(
but mess aside, each semester is no different - i find it excruciating to pack up and leave, be it singapore, amsterdam, or perth. previously i've tried not to get too attached to places/people/things as it seems to be my downfall, but alas, it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, as they say.
there is so much i want to bring home with me - countless papers, research, people, clothes, cds, photos, some junk and the life i have here, but i guess leaving also means filtering.
woe is me. and home i can only look forward to, to fill the void.
i've donated 4-5 bags worth of clothing to op shops and charitable causes, thrown out some notes (i'm a sentimental person and to throw away my all research stuff is too xin tia [heart ache]) and cleaned out my share of the fridge. despite all this, in my wardrobe hangs 2-3 pretty dresses (for later tonight and tomorrow + the flight home), a few cardigans, some pairs of shoes, papers strewn all over the ground and those shit miscellaneous items one always seems to have. i wonder if my business class ticket can save me this time :(
but mess aside, each semester is no different - i find it excruciating to pack up and leave, be it singapore, amsterdam, or perth. previously i've tried not to get too attached to places/people/things as it seems to be my downfall, but alas, it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, as they say.
there is so much i want to bring home with me - countless papers, research, people, clothes, cds, photos, some junk and the life i have here, but i guess leaving also means filtering.
woe is me. and home i can only look forward to, to fill the void.
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