My training back in my home country only lasted for a month, which felt really short. But at least I was able to spend some time back home with my family after 2 years of not being able to meet them at all. I got to eat all the local delicacies that I’ve been craving for so long. All the good stuff.
Living with your parents makes you feel so pampered and spoiled. You wake up and suddenly breakfast’s ready, you go to work with a warm lunch prepared, and when you go back home after a long day, a piping hot dinner is already served.
Such are things that I probably can never experience here, working abroad in a foreign country.
I’ve never exactly felt lonely living alone since I’ve always had friends to interact to through games and chats. But I’ve got to admit that after being showered with care and affection that almost didn’t exist for so long, reverting back to being without your family somehow hit harder than I had expected.
It’s a natural thing, but at the same time you’re dumbfounded because a part of you never expected those feelings to actually hurt.
Though I’m sure, with time, I’ll go back to being ‘normal’. It’s just I’ll have to go through the whole ‘getting used to’ process all over again.