I have, as of yesterday, entered the shade of the banyan tree.
I would have thought that after five years of staying in hostel, and doing summer internships for four of those years, I would be used to the idea of staying 'alone' and working. Turns out I am not. I have shocked myself. Never expected myself to get homesick. But, am so so homesick, after just one day of work and going home to an empty flat. Every time I think of home, I choke up ... it's frustruating really... never thought of myself as an emotional, sentimental fool.
I will return when I am myself again. Ciao.
Wishing and washing and waking up dead
6 hours ago