that fateful day has finally come. mom was the deliverer of bad news. i got a call from her at office hours. back from the call, i act composed and as if no bad news has been relayed to me. i was still able to laugh at my colleagues funny antics and crazy stories. i was ok. or so i think. until i told him the news. and i broke down.

id been here for almost a year now. and ive always thought that id be ok to leave all of this behind. that i would not feel any emotional attachment to unlce sam. that leaving wouldnt feel this heavy and difficult. maybe because im leaving you behind. or maybe because ive enjoyed every single day that i was here. i know its just for a while, but still i feel like im going to miss so much..

i never knew id miss this adopted country of mine. i never knew id miss the f*cking cold weather, and the scorching summer heat. i never knew id miss my train rides and bus hopping adventures. i never knew id miss my place of work-- the gossips, the chitchats, the food deliveries, the crazy customer stories, the VIP parties, my eccentric colleagues. i never knew id miss my bestbuddys. i never knew id miss my friends here. i never knew id miss the 'bundat nko' food trips and buffets. i never knew id miss being a roomy. i never knew id miss the night outs and the steady 'garahe' inuman here. i never knew id miss the independency, the freedom and the responsibilities of being one. i never knew id miss going online for our mapquested roadtrips. i never knew id miss our 'shop till we drop' moments.

but hey id be going back home, i should be happy right?