In short, the last few months of 2009, I went on a roller-coaster ride & I'm not quite sure if I've recovered from that trauma. My summer holidays were too short to say the least. When I eventually adapted to the life back home, time went by oh-so-swiftly, & before I knew it, I was back in Adelaide. I thought I would cry my eyes out like I did the year before, but I was so wrong. Till this day I'm still amazed that I haven't actually cried a tear since I landed. Maybe it was the abrupt termination of my summer holidays. Or it could be the company Y's been giving me since I came back.
To be honest, I wonder if it would be much better if I was left alone for a few days, or weeks, just to get over the fact that I'm back to my independent life here. Many a times I wanted to runaway & do something, anything, all by myself, be it watching a movie, hiking up a hill, sitting by the river feeding swans, or simply reading a book. I might have mentioned this a few times in my previous posts, or not. Whatever. It's like Adelaide is a place accursed with dreadful stresses & weird strangers (ocassionally you'll stumble upon them in the streets). & me, I lose my sense of identity whenever I breathe in Adelaide air. I don't know if I should just be myself.
I'm feeling pissed & emo at the moment so I think I'd write another happier post when I feel like it. To those who still bother to visit, I'm alive & kicking.