No way out.

48 hours or less, that's what I needed to recharge myself, to gain some kind of sanity and to just breathe. Coming back home used to be so different. I long for the days, when I come back home, my room still feels like my room. Everything that used to be mine, is still intact to the place that I placed them and my bed, would still be a double bed. Everything is not the way that it used to be. My bed transformed itself into a single bed. My cupboard automatically found itself a twin. My dressing table is now, Mom's dressing table. I am not complaining. I knew at some point, the room will no longer be mine. It is mine, but more like a store for me. But nonetheless, this house is still a home for me. I'd still drop everything to just be here. I literally did. I asked for a leave at the beginning of the week and left, at the end of it. I came back home.

But I realised Mom is much more relaxed now. Gone were the days where we would have to clean the house day and night and still, the house would be messy "___" My girlfriends are not around. I guess because I came back during the odd days but one friend is here. He's always here :) Glad that he is and somehow, seeing him here gave me the much assurance that I needed, that I am truly home.

Why am I making such a big deal about coming home? I've been moving from point A to point B to point C. At some point, I need my stability. Truly, being in Shah Alam is when I feel closest to home actually, because I've got my stuff there. I don't think it's about being materialistic, it's about having some ground to call your own. My car is filled with my stuff, and it seems like it's half a home in there. Being in Shah Alam feels like a norm for me but its quite a distance from my family. Hence, I will always crawl my way back to Ampang.

Doing my internship teaches me a lot of things. Heck, a whole lot of things. I got a glimpse of the real world and makes me realise how much I miss going to class. Waking up in the morning, getting ready to go to class,  fighting for a parking space, buying breakfast and of course, meeting my friends and oh yes, the most important thing is, of course, listening to the lectures, even though I hardly do. Haha. I truly miss all of that. I miss the free time I have, I miss the free time I had to just blog and tell the whole world what's happening to me.

And by me writing this, I think I am showing my appreciation towards the little things that this experience has thought me. My dad asked me how many more months to go and he kept asking me everytime that I see him. Haha. This time, I answered, 3 more months to go and he said 'Eh lama lagi'. Yes, lama lagi.