I keep dreaming of being back home.
I was at home, with my beloved family, but sadly it’s only a dream.
Life is not getting easier, I don’t know why.
There’re so many limitations in food.
There’s a big limitation in language.
And getting myself into a new community is not that comforting either.
I miss eating without any hesitation.
I miss speaking without really have to think.
I miss being alone without feeling lonely.
I’m not sure if i’m gonna miss today in the future.
I know this sounds too sentimental. I hate it. But at least I write it down somewhere.
*I thought I have changed, but apparently I have not. Instead of feeling happy meeting new many friends, I ended up coming back to my place in a bad headache and feeling uneasy in my stomach.