Less than a week to go, and soon, i am going to leave for UK.
It's going to be my 4th year in UK... and honestly, this leaving gets worse. Every year, always, i dread it. That feeling at the airport when everyone else starts crying and you start breaking down too, knowing it's going to be another year till you see these amazing faces, making inside jokes, creating memories.
Bukan nya nda mahu bersyukur, amatlah bersyukur dianugerahkan scholarship, hanya Allah yang tahu. But every year, nephews and nieces grow older, siblings and cousins grow wiser, and I am not there, to see all of that. All achievements, seen through pictures, and facebook. And in summer, it's so hard to see everyone, catch up and share the stories of one whole year, or if you have not seen the person the previous year, two whole years worth of stories to catch up.
Sometimes the stories are forgotten, and in the end, left with no more stories to tell.
Going back to UK to continue my second year, really....? It's like I never left.
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