On a night like this, all alone with no impending deadlines and a 2 week break ahead, my thoughts drift.
I miss home. I miss my old life.
It's funny how when you look back, everything seems so much better than how it really is.
Or maybe it just is.
I mean i miss those days of walking around aimlessly, chilling out in some cafe.
Shopping, Dolling up, catching a good movie and then late nights of ice cream
Then driving out to teach and then out to meet friends.
To be with people i know, who i can relate to, who i can say anything to and know that they love me either way.
To know you don't need a night out of drinks to chill but just some good food would do.
Or even just walking with no where in mind.
having those good long chats.
You know just the wholesome acceptance feeling. That somebody's got your back.
Yet here on nights like this, you wonder if your missing presence back home is really felt.
As much as you miss them, do they really miss you.
Like how when you tell people you miss them and they say i miss you too but then you wonder is what they are saying just a formality? or something out of politeness and not to make the party that is saying those words feel bad.

Perhaps there's no point in caring too much about what others think really.
I tell myself time and again, who cares what others think.
I'm fine really.
Give and don't expect anything in return.
That's the way to making life easier, for sure.

When you're this far from home, you can really tell who makes the effort to keep in contact.
And who treasures your friendship most.
Like it's not a out-of-sight; out-of-mind thing.
And somehow you know that those relationships last forever or at least go far.