Home.

Made friends with a HUMONGOUS Harrods bear there!
Excuse the retarded face, I couldn't help it

Day 36.

I'm finally home.
It's 4.43am now and I am wide awake. At least I think I am... Maybe cause I slept a little on the plane just now? Not much either, about 40 mins. Flight touched down at round 1 am. And after the insane 30 min queue for cabs at the airport (cause everyone's rushing home for the New Year I suppose) and settling everything down at home, it's oddly comforting to be in my room and in my bed again.

I guess I've missed home.
Even if it's the one place where I always think of you. I still miss my room, my space, my bed. It smells like me, it feels safe. That's what home is to most people is I guess.

I dreamt of you again last night though.
It happens still from time to time, throughout my trip too...
It'a a horrible feeling sometimes, waking up to reality and realizing everything that just happened, the smile on your face you just woke up to, all of it was just a dream. Guess that's just my sub-conscious mind being annoying and still making a fool out of me. Ah well.

Enough of that for now. So, my Bkk trip.
I would say it was GOOODDDD (insert thumbs up emojis) I had fun the past 6 days :) It was nice cooling/cold air with the sun shining. The kinda weather I know you love and would kill to have in Sg. HAHA. The food was AWESOME needless to say~ because well what else could it have been, Thai food is always good! And the shopping, that was really, really good shoppinggg. But this is all coming from a girl, so yeah, shopping is really kinda what most of us girls do quite well. I really did have fun though, doing all my touristy stuff and seeing the local culture cause mum's godson was kind enough to bring us around all the 6 days.

The only down side is that I'm terribly sick. Meh. Sick throughout the whole trip too... Guess I never really recovered from 2 weeks ago so all the food there made it worst. Haha, lost my voice on the first day I was there and then the flu and the throat and the coughing came. By day 3 I was having a slight fever and stuck in bed while mum and dad went out to run errands without me :(
It's okay though, the hotel is CEREALSLY NICE, which means I just had a cool room to myself + great view and GIANOURMOUS bed to laze around in the whole day. Plus I brought a book along, and Larry and Lionel for company. So it was pretty okay considering I was sick and all.

It was a nice time off though.
I still thought of you when I was there, it's still a habit I guess. Just that I had things to do, and places to visit, and mum's godson to keep me occupied and entertained so it wasn't as bad as when I'm home. I actually really liked that feeling :) Being occupied with good company is really very distracting and I mean this in the best way possible.

But I'm back home now, and it's back to everyday reality.
In other words, my war zone of a room (which I really should start packing, haha) and the ever on-going process of learning to be okay again.
This was really a good trip, a much needed and appreciated one indeed.