Back In Home

 

Dear Zach,

I am pretty much alive on the outside but dead on the inside. Ever since I shifted my belongings from my dorm back to my home, I have been missing my old room. Pretty much actually. I still haven’t got over the weekly Sunday night routine of packing my stuff going back to my dorm, embracing myself for Mondays to come.

Having known that I had moved back to my home after being situated in jungle for 4 years is kind of unused. It’s not easy to break a daily ritual after spending 4 years over there. I never really have thought the day of moving out from my dorm had come so soon. Not to mention the fact that I will be finishing my degree very soon. I can’t help but feeling sentimental about leaving this place that I had spent 4 years of walking, chasing, cursing, and laughing. For the past few nights, I have been having insomnia. Sleeping under air-conditioning environment and my otherworldly comfortable bed, I still couldn’t find myself drowning in my sleep.

I think I would get the hang of it. Breaking one’s habit is not an one-day task.

Ever since I came back home, I lost my mood of doing anything. I have my one final presentation on this coming Thursday and I have yet to prepare. My final exam is on next Tuesday and I have yet to start scribbling on my notes. I just lost the motivation. Good God. Please give me strength. I need to stop dreading and start doing something good.  

xx