I traveled with people with significant others left waiting for them. Almost everyone has family or boylets that they talk to every night, whereas every night I busy myself with prolonged hot shower, updating my expense report or do a mental check if I bought this person or that person souvenirs. So at one point at almost end of our trip when everyone was sharing how much they couldn’t wait to come home, one of my companions said, your excitement must not be the same as ours as there are people waiting for us… unlike you. Of course I didn’t know what to say, I do agree with him a little but at that point I also really wanna come home…
Haaaiii!!! Oh well…
In the middle of it all, shortly after I arrived in shenzhen, I felt tired of moving around that I wanted to sleep on my tiny bed. I guess regardless of how great your hotel room is, it just does not compare to the dreamless night you’ll get in your not sooo clean and messy bedroom with beddings that has zero thread count. Despite not having someone to greet me warmly and tell me how much they miss me with just days of being gone, I still do wanna, wanna come home sooo bad.
