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Wednesday 3 November 2010

The hardest part is..

Do you want to know what the hardest part about being abroad/away is? Well... at the moment - it's FOOD CRAVINGS!! and being stuck in tiny misty grey Aberystwyth, I get that A LOT! As people on a constant diet can confirm, dealing with cravings takes a whole lot of determination and control.. But then again, being geographically challenged with no car of my own, it may be slightly easier to not have to give in to such wanting.. XD

Okay, seriously now.. what IS the hardest part I find about being away?

It's the sense of missing out on life

You always feel that you're missing in family pictures, friend's weddings, birthdays, vacations.. you name it. Sometimes it feels like other people go through milestones of their lives and you're an outsider, knowing about such things through Facebook/Twitter. And the worst part is, not only are you physically not included, not able to share the moment, you may also eventually lose touch with the person.. and when you come back home once a year you find huge gaps in your conversations and things become awkward for some reason. Like you no longer have things in common anymore. and then you just drop out of each others' lives because it's no longer comfortable to be around each other...

Sad isn't it? You feel that people move on. People replace you. Like all you are is just some furniture in their lives that they can just 'replace'. Oh well, I chose to be here. And I don't regret it at all. But it's still sad..