…left in Alor Setar. I got new glasses so I could look at everything in this tiny town in HD to make it easier for me to commit everything to memory in more detail. I’ve travelled a lot this summer and each time before I leave to fly off somewhere else, I’d think to myself, at least it won’t feel as bad as when that time comes. And that time has come, yet all my previous departures have done little to truly prepare for me this big one. I’m beginning to believe that nothing ever will.
It’s funny that just three months ago I was feeling sentimental over leaving my dorm room in Weston to come back home, and now I’m feeling the exact same reluctance to go back to the same place I’d left. Such are the woes of being so emotionally tethered to people and places.