i don't wanna

Cosmopolitan :
What i buy to fill up the Cleo/8DAYS/iWEEKLY/thenewpaper/The Straits Times emptiness

2 weeks before I left for Wuhan, I had insomnia.
I couldn't sleep at ease because I was worried, afraid of the 18 weeks that was looming before me.

Now, 2 weeks before I leave Wuhan and return home to Singapore, insomnia hits me again.
I don't know what the future holds and how things will be like back home.
People, lifestyle, habits.

Perhaps it is my mind going on an overdrive, i tend to let thoughts run loose and strangle optimism.
Somehow the 18 weeks in Wuhan is like an escape to Neverland.
All that matters was simple.
Whether is it time to top up our electricity bill and water.
Whether our taobao goods will arrive.
Where to go for lunch/dinner.
Where to shop and explore.
Who are the better looking international students.
Who are the ti-ko pehs we need to be wary of.
When is classes.
When will it snow.
What is the temperature.
What shows to watch on HBO/华娱/Discovery/星光.

I can knit =)

Little things that peppered our 18 weeks.
From the start, I was uber looking forward to going home.
Now, a part of me prefers to sink back and not face reality.

I wanna go home then.
Now,
I don't know.

Simplicity is such a draw.
Yet it is a dream I do not really want to wake up from.