Dear Diary,
Another twist and turn in the winding road of life, I am moving again. A sense of nervousness creeps in.
Hong Kong --> Singapore --> Shanghai --> USA
I came here one summer checking out several universities in different states. And then I made my choice, Fort Wayne, Indiana. August 2004, I arrived here. In 2005, I had to go back to eat well to recover from problem with the appendix. I prayed and I came back healthy in August 2006. I have also moved out from the IPFW dorms in March of 2008 to Golfview Apts, and then not long after also moved across to the other building of that same complex. And today, I am preparing to make a major move of my life once again.
A feeling of emptying once again, I have made so many friends here. As I write this, I began to feel that emotion. That one emotion, similar to being the only one in the apartment and typing this up. Loneliness in such a way that I will once again feel when I move to my new destination, France. I know I have two friends who will be going there as well but I will be leaving behind all the present friends (both in real life and through friends on Facebook, online friends on games which I play) I have made throughout these years. Reflecting on almost 6 years now in the US, I am glad to say that I have learned a lot, improved my English (to the least of my knowledge I have been told by many friends).
The air in my room is thinning. I feel like I am out of my body and drifting. I can even hear myself taking in each breath of how it smells in my room. I want to remember that smell like my old room in the condominium which I lived in Singapore. That sense of home has just been carved like the rug that spells "Home sweet home", and then I am moving again.
How different can this feeling be compared to finals week drawing closer and closer? I say to myself: You have done it before, and you are not going to have any trouble doing it again. You can do this.
Today, I just went to the bank to inform them that I will probably be using my credit cards overseas. Moving is such a pain and not knowing your permanent address yet is like a lost rabbit being lost in the woods.
I don't know why I am feeling this when I have done this so many times already. I guess I thought I have almost finally settled down to not move again for some time but moving this many times trigger my unwillingness to move. I remember the nearing weeks when I had to leave Singapore for Shanghai. It was really really hard for me, I have lived there for a decade. Living in the US, despite the struggle to cope with the food every so often, I love it here very much. I know it is only going to be almost a year away but it really feels like going to be a lifetime.
I will have to put on that courage mode once again.
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