It’s 4am and I should be asleep.After all, I have to be awake in 2 hours to catch a flight.
But I can’t seem to fall asleep no matter how hard I try.
Maybe it’s the coffee that I stupidly drank after dinner.
Or maybe, it’s because I’ll be returning to Hong Kong tomorrow, the place where the best 3 months of my life started. I honestly thought I was over it. It was one of the best experiences I’ve ever had, and I was honestly sad to leave though I did not show it.
I thought I was okay with goodbyes. But now I realise, I’m really not. All I’m good at is burying those feelings of sadness deep inside me, pretending I’m okay, when I’m really not.
I have mixed feelings about this trip. I’m excited to be making new memories with the friends I’ll be holidaying with, and yet I feel somehow sad, that when I go back to the harbour, I know I won’t see the ship that I once called home docked there, waiting for me to board.
I’m sorry my thoughts are all over the place. Maybe it’s really just the coffee.