Its funny how when you leave for a place foreign, every item you fill your luggage seems to bring hefty nostalgia and unfound reminiscence as these thoughts weigh you down.
And when you bid goodbye and once again, attempting the same cycle, every item seems to weigh a little too prodigious in your grasp now; the simple mechanical movement of the arm seems dilatory with the rumination of memories.
This infallibly would be my last blog post in MC and I am uncertain whether I would be coming back in the near future. The friendships forged were undeniably unique from the ones back home, the process of breaking down the barrier of different nationalities with distinct cultural differences became made it special at heart. Not many would actually be able to live and interact with a plethora of nationalities (norweigians, germans, koreans, japanese and thai) at any the same given time.
Thank god for the invention of e-mail, the world definitely seems smaller with it.
It's time to start this all over again =)
