photo by cher
I can’t hold it in anymore – I miss exchange so sorely, so very much. 😥
I tell myself to be forward-looking, to not dwell too much upon the nostalgic past because I don’t want to compromise on the present in lamenting overwhelmingly upon the beautiful days. But awhile ago I caught sight of a line by Plath: “I fell into bed again this morning, begging for sleep, withdrawing into the dark, warm, fetid escape from action, from responsibility” How much these words speak to me!
Those colder days where I snuggled under the covers at ease (my precious duvet!) being able to wake up with no urgency at all. I would lie awake in the mornings, dawdle for abit (or longer), and get up only when I wanted to. In these heavier times now, I am filled with a deep sense of longing to take flight again, to leave and prance around in foreign lands with a wonderment and awe of everything that’s due to happen. Ah, that sweet, temporal escape from routine and reality…
For now, though, I’m stuck behind the assignments and the deadlines and the laptop with the erratic trackpad. I know, I know, it pretty much ends next Friday, just a little short s t r e t c h now.
Whenever I walk into the supermarket and look at the bananas and grapes I just think so fondly of the Loughborough Town Hall and the lovely Fruits Lady who gave me apricots and the blueberries and raspberries and grapes – I never knew the NTUC grapes were so expensive in comparison!!! Sigh.
When will I return to (rather, recreate another of) that chapter of my life again? I can’t help but wonder.