Things are getting easier to adjust too and today Benson came over to visit. It kinda reminded me of my time in Hall 12, a place where I learnt to be an adult and my first form of independence by staying away from home. It was the best times in my life and there are many things about it which I would never forget.

I know that when I get back, things would be very different. I wouldn't even be living in the hostel anymore and would have to commute daily from school and plan my timetables to make sure everything's perfect. There would be no room to crash when I'm feeling sleepy, no late night suppers or random talking sessions, no more hall activities to look forward to, no more friends who will randomly knock on each other doors, no more dodo :(

Well, it's part and parcel of growing up, as I always tell myself. I know that I cannot expect myself to be in the same situation again and again after years and I have been greatly blessed to be able to be in the dorm for 3 years. Also, with this Seattle trip and all the awesome friends I have made as well as the awesome ones I kept throughout these years, I am thankful.

Yet there this sad lingering feeling of not going back to what I am so used to. Maybe I'm not sad, maybe I'm just scared because the world is going to be so different. Heck, I am going to turn 22 soon and somehow these thoughts scare me. The going out to the society to work and start calculating my finances. Things are going to change whether I like it or not. The years in the university have taught me many things but it has also made me so comfortable that I do not want it to change.

Random rants and thought. Please pardon me if you find me incoherent.