Life away from home

Some days, I sit down thinking about home. It seems like I have made some foreign part in the world my home in a short span of 3 months. Some nights, I sit down by the computer wishing someone would keep talking to me, perhaps just so I will feel less lonely.

Yesterday, I made my way to a suburb to get my car's oil leak fixed. The mechanic is supposedly cheap and good. While waiting, I made my way to a shopping centre nearby. Turned out it was like a mini vietnam. All the shops were endorsing something vietnam. The bakeries, supermarts, etc. I wasn't aware that there is such a large vietnamese community in Melbourne till yesterday.

On my way back to the mechanic shop, I was chatting on the line with a friend. Little did I realised that there were so many nice flowers growing out of people's homes. I stopped, took my time to admire them and let all that beauty sink in. I thought to myself, what a nice day it is out there! It's been such a long time since I did this. Always too caught up with figures and sitting in the office during the day.

Yesterday, I missed Mr Low a great deal. Yet in my yearning for his presence, I managed to upset him with my tantrums. Sigh, why can't everything just be perfect?