family

Entered the apartment -  took off my coat/jumper/socks/boots, turned on the laptop, checked facebook and hotmail, made instant tomyam noodles for dinner (+ leftovers), ate while fb-chatting with friends, showered, changed into pjs, applied eye cream/serum/face, body, hand moisturiser/lip balm, prepared a sandwich and fruit for tomorrow's lunchbox then sat back down on the sofa...

... and let the tears stream down my face.

For the first time in 2 weeks, I am alone again. It's the same with all families isn't it? When they were here, the flat was messy, noisy, overcrowded (and the fridge was bursting forth with food) - like a higher class refugee camp. Now that they're gone, it's clean, organized but empty and my voice seems to echo around the flat. Suddenly I desperately want to call my mother for a chat. And I've even asked my sister to sleep with me tonight - how manja am I? I feel all of 12 years old. Imagine this, I got emotional eating the spaghetti my brother made/packed for my lunch today, and was constantly on the verge of tears at the office, from the mere thought of returning to an empty flat - again.

I miss them already :(

I guess this is my lesson learnt, one word - family.