Feeling antsy about life, still. The moments of melancholy come and go like fickle moths trembling, swaying vertical and silence is all I hear.
One of my LSE Law classmates-to-be just messaged this morning, confessing that despite leaving Singapore in two months' time, she doesn't feel anything about leaving it all behind. I might possibly feel the same way... (Particularly as Terminal 3 is wonderful, as is the Crowne Hotel... Wish I could have that bright pink-and-red loveseat with the bubbletea-pearl pyramids.)