There's a last time for everything.
The last time always brings a surge of emotions, whether good or bad.
But knowing that it's the" last time "always makes me feel uneasy. You know why?
Because it's time for me to await anxiously for the " first times".
So here I am, miles away from Australia.
Singapore is my home...but I feel lost, so lost.
This place is recognisable, yet it seems so unfamiliar.
Why is this happening...?
I guess that's what change does to you.. or should I say, it's the resistance to change.
Sometimes, you're so used to something that it kills when it's no longer there.
Do you ever feel the same way?
It takes courage to think positively...but it's totally possible:)
Give me a week, or two, and I think I'll be fine:)
This post is seriously overdue :p These days have been pretty hectic for me...
I hope you're having a great day xx Do comment if you have anything to say:)
Written with love,