Real
Before I came to the UK, I was going on and on about this whole thing not feeling 'real'. And, it still doesn't feel real. Like, I've been away from home for 6 months now?? 6?? How did I do that. I mean, I've always been someone who can adapt to new environments. Physically, I guess. Like, I would get homesick moments, but because I have no choice, I guess I am happy to accept my fate. LMAO. It still doesn't feel real. From seeing my parents daily to not seeing them in 6 months. Even though we still facetime and stuff, it's still... bizarre. Sparky x PS There are a couple of post ideas at the back of my head that maybe possibly perhaps will be written soon. Take care x