I am going back home for my summer break tomorrow. And my feelings is all jumbled up.
Happy? Definitely. I am going home to my loved ones. The thought of seeing the familiar faces again never fails to bring a smile on my face.
And normally, that's it. That's it. Full stop. Period. I am going home. Yayyyy.
But things seems to be different for this year.
As much as I want to go back home, I don't want to go back home as much as well. Why? Because leaving for home this year means leaving my good friends for the past 4 years. Because leaving for home means goodbye.
I have been chucked here from KMB, not knowing a single soul. Alhamdulillah, by the end of 4th year, I've got myself a lovely group of friends. And I know I could not ask for more.
Eventhough we were not that close during our first years, our friendship seems to slowly bloom since then. It has bloom so beautifully that I don't want to let it go.
And now it seems like the time has come. It is time for us to bid our goodbye. They will be leaving me soon. Leaving me to survive another year of my very own final battle in Sheffield. By myself.
I will be alone next year. A fact that is still hard for me to grasp. I will be missing all of those laughters and dramas that we had. I will be missing the whole lots of them. That's a fact I know for sure.
Have a wonderful life, all of you. Till we meet again, insyaAllah..
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