The moment I set foot in Cambodia, I said to myself "I could get use to this..." though, I had to take note that a lot of major adjustments would come from my part. The usual scenery of the city didn't take me by surprise. The usual - traffic jams, heat, narrow roads, beating the green light, chinese food, etc.
I really had a laid-back vacation. I have to admit though that 25% of my brain kept bugging me about "your outline, your grades"... Well, it's good I had someone to snap me out of it.
The trip was worthwhile. Like any other vacation I've had, time just flies so fast. The first thing you know, I'm putting my sneakers on, then the next, am hitting the blankets.
The best part of traveling is that you get excited when the plane takes off; even an embrace from someone can't calm your anticipation. That's how it usually goes, your plans have been laid out, you have a list of things to buy, things to do, food to eat, places to visit, etc. However, sometimes, the straight road suddenly gets to a curb. Well the adage "Life never works out the way you plan" really worked for me - well, blame some minor "technical" problems.
Going home should've been the easiest for me 'coz it's still different when you speak the same language, you eat the food you've been familiar with for the last 25 years or so, not be mindful of what or how to speak, etc. But honestly, it was one of the hardest. Well, I won't go cheesy over here telling how it's going to be difficult for me not having him around.
The moment he sent me off to the airport, I was emotional of course, it would be two months or so before we get to see each other again. I wanted a hug, he knows that, but a hug is a no-no, not in their culture. After checking-in and walking towards the immigration section, I could still see his eyes stuck to me, and seeing him walk away just made my tear ducts work.
Sitting on the boarding area for more or less one hour prolonged the agony, I continued reading my book, but after five pages or so, I had to close it - this thing is just isn't working! I didn't care if people looked at me and wonder why the heck am I wearing my sunglasses at seven in the evening.
I had to compose myself at one point before I boarded the plane and thanks so much to "it's all in the head" thing, I was able to collect my wits back and put it in the right place.
So there you go, the ever wacky girl that I am.
