Homesickness. It creeps up on you slowly yet unexpectedly. In an unfamiliar environment, new sights and sounds, languages and cultures to experience, the last thing you would expect to miss is boring old home. But as the days past, you begin to miss the familiar things, your bed, your room, your routines, and your friends. Til eventually your holiday can no longer be called such and instead becomes your own prison blurring into a countdown of days, of hours, of minutes til your safely back on a plane home. A week left.


A/N: This was written on the 28th of Jan, except I have no access to blogspot in China hence the lateness. Happy to be back in Aus.