I'm supposed to enjoy the travelling, but in the current situation (or lack thereof), its really hard to enjoy the going away part. I always pictured myself to settle somewhere other than Singapore. It has been a dream of mine throughout these years. I thought with the constant being away, I would at least feel close to achieving that. But its not. I feel sad every time I have to leave. Its like being in preparation of the emptiness I'm probably going to feel.
I don't like the fact that plans can't be made. Not one bit. What if there is nothing more to look forward to? Does it die? Does this cease to exist?
I don't know anymore.