Hardbitten

I was immediately in tears after my dad spoke to me. I couldn't bring myself to talk to him longer. It's that kind of feeling which you want to assure him that you're grown up now and wanting him to see that, yet you know he couldn't stop worrying about this process. I know I can never make him worry lesser, but I hope someday (soon) he'll realize his children need to grow up independently. Yes, at least for me.

After so many tearful sessions, I can't help but doubt how strong I can be. Everyone around me told me the bravery of embarking on this trip alone. I'm frightened too, like everyone else. 10 days before the departure, my eyes went red whenever I was reminded of the D-day. I miss everything!

My farewell on Friday night has been a success, even many did not manage to turn up the number still comes up to about 20. Many unexpected gifts and presence which I really appreciate, THANK YOU for those who have made the time & effort!! Also my other Fabulous 4's members for always supporting whatever I do.

On the train back home today, as I was flipping through the London guidebook (I got as a present) I for once began to feel the excitement growing inside me. I've gained the confidence for continuing long-distance relationship, kinship and friendship. So it has left me a couple of months to fully explore myself, surviving in london, and traveling.

Maybe yes I'm ready...