again?

sitting in the middle of a half unpacked room.

nothing like the act of settling in to induce homesickness. who would have thought, after doing this for the 3rd time, i would have at least gotten the hang of it. knew what to expect and counter it. but the silly thing is that the simplest and most mundane tasks are sneakily turning up to remind me of home, and the people i left there: "why on earth would you want to leave, denise?".

at the risk of being sentimental, it's probably the jet lag and tiredness kicking in that is starting to make me compare here and home, and unfortunately, here is coming up short. as i've left a home for half a home. for now. wait til i get around to organising this place up to my liking.

mm so tired. i should go.

i miss home.