Packing Again

Packing. It affects one deeply emotionally, it can either be jocular and filled with anticipation or despairing. About a month plus ago I recalled myself packing with much excitement because I was heading for my summer holidays to several countries and ironically here I am all ready, packed to return back to Russia as a 2nd year med student.

I’m not the type of person that grieves and sobs whenever I leave home; call me heartless but I just don’t find it necessary to be doleful leaving home. I’ve been shipped overseas for more than 2 years and I am pretty impress at myself for being able to adapt at surroundings efficiently.

Holidays were productive, of course there were several things that I strived to complete but failed to do so. Other than that, all is done. Managed to meet up with some friends, speaking of friends… The longer and more time I spent overseas the fewer the friends I have. Other than having different holidays, different time zones, some of us didn’t share the same mindset as before.

Maybe it’s a leap stone towards adulthood and leaving the adolescent years behind to rot to dust. Some of us change faster than others, gaps appearing in every nook and cranny but still I managed to have conversations with some of my fellow buddies. Confabulations that are priceless and motivating.

I realised how important family is. Not that I have never been aware of it, just that I appreciate my family even more as I go through things each day. I am astounded at how certain flocks of people connect wit their family members, some take their family for granted; some have conflicts that are so minuscule but been magnified into tetrameters; some experiencing cold wars. No family is perfect, it’s how we tolerate and sacrifice for it in order to create a better place called home.

I enjoyed being a rock at home, all that is static and being rooted to a spot at home doing nothing. It’s been eons since I savor upon such tranquility and relaxation of basically doing nothing. Sleeping more than 12 hours a day, engulfing on food, being a couch potato, substantially being an extreme sloth.

All my thoughts being stacked in a messy post, maybe it reflects the blogger’s feeling allusively. Clutters of mixed feeling, anticipation towards a whole new semester and a slight downcast that I spent such little quality time with my family and a little heavy hearted to leave them so soon.

A song to sum this post up.