Linger

I've started packing since my finals are all over. They went well. God is good. But for flashes in time, I almost wish they'd never end. I have finally fallen in love with my living situation and packing to move out -forever- is tantamout to torture. I walk around the quad dragging my emotions behind me, screaming and kicking. I don't want to leave.

At the same time, I can't wait to leave. To be back in Singapore where things are familiar and make sense. To see old familiar faces and to show them how much more I am. Beauty abounds. To see my mummy, daddy and brother all over again and to live with them. God has blessed me with such a good easy life, what am I and what do I have now to serve?

Then I can't wait to move into the basement, MY place for once, for maybe 2 years or so. We'll see.

I look back at my second year in university and I have to admit that it has been THE best year of my life thus far. I can't say that I felt happy more often, but when I did. Boy was I happy. Similarly, when I faced emotional issues, boy were they issues. To a certain degree, I recognise how these issues got in the way of living, but well, it's a struggle. Thank you Angie, for contantly reminding me of what i remind you.

So much to let go off, and so much to move on to. I'm at the stormiest, most intense period of my life, with much to feel, live and express. I am the flashy billboard that rises against the placid blue sky that tells you what to buy to be ME. Where I am now is the epitome of vibrancy and action. I am alive.

I'm in love, and subsequently, in pain.
What will I do without you?