They say time seems to fly so fast when you are having fun. Does that apply to me, you ask? I don't know, but what I know is that it's already new year again.
2014 has been.. Pretty okay I guess. I got back from NZ, went for a teaching practicum, got my degree now, and now I am just lazing around the house. Life is good, I guess.
I haven't wrote in my blog for quite some time, due to my laziness. Forgive me. But sometimes, whenever I thought about writing in my blog, I feel like I have so many things I want to write. Too much, sometimes.
Like right now, I feel a sharp pang in my heart. I miss NZ. I miss my freedom. To go anywhere anytime. To not have my actions be questioned. To be responsible over what I eat. To sleep whenever I want. To be left alone when I want to be left alone. Nowadays, I struggle to even eat a piece of fruit a day. I struggle to wake up every morning, and I look forward to go to sleep, because tomorrow will come faster and I get to repeat the whole shebang all over again. On a faster mode. Or so I thought.
It sounds like I am having a depression, but I am not. Maybe I am? I don't know. I don't have the motivation to do anything. I tried looking for a hobby, but so far, nothing yet. I ran a list in my mind,
1) knitting
2) hama beads
3) reading
4)...
Yeah. I couldn't decide on anything. So right now, if anyone ask what is my hobby, maybe I will answer "Taking care of my fish".
I would say I am happy with my life right now, no job, no real duties.. But deep inside.. I miss my routines.
Then again, maybe that is my hormones talking.
Till then.
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