I'm gonna keep eating until it tastes good.

Isn't it strange how often addiction starts from something you had to force yourself to enjoy. Maybe it's because we worked so hard to like it that liking it is like an achievement. Or maybe it's because we're afraid that we'll forget how to like it thus we keep consuming until we either get sick or grow dependent.

Anyway, I'm back. Been back for a week now. I did not like the fact that I came back hoping to come home but instead everything, from my room to the placement of the kitchen water jugs, were distant familiarities that I had to learn to get accustomed to again. So quickly I'd made a new home for myself. So quick to adapt. So quick to return. I miss the friendly help. I miss the efficiency and precision. I miss the value for money. I miss the convenience and the well planned streets. I miss having tissue paper in public toilets.


I miss my cousin.


I miss you.




I miss the scenic views.



I miss the random art.


I miss the sense of careless...


...abandon.




I miss seeing beauty in everything.


For now, I guess I'm back where I belong.