Why do all good things come to an end...

So I'm pretty much at the 2 week mark. I have 2 weeks to pack my bags, do all the things I haven't done, eat all the things I haven't eaten and meet all the people I haven't met. 2 weeks seems too short.

The time back home was a blast.. more than I can imagine. I thought coming back and then leaving wld be easy... who knew it was gonna feel like the 1st time. It's the few people that will keep me coming back at least once a year. At the same time, I realised that my social circle has depleted. I didn't quite realise that time fades friendships... it's like we're strangers all over again... So I can imagine.. in 4 years the friends that I'll still have by me will probably be like 5. But it's alright.. cos sometimes you might just only need one... But the truth is people do change... and change is sometimes difficult to accept.

I need to start packing.. like really soon. i NEED to come up with my To-do list! I've been idle at home for days now. I need to get my stuff done damnit. Packing is going to suck cos I'm bad at it and it just reminds me of leaving.

My only consolation are my friends back in Kingston. They're planning outings, clubbing, dinner BBQs and preparing a room to crash in. Obviously they do not empatize with me at all for leaving home... they're more pissed at the fact I was gone all summer.I love my friends... every last one of them.. here or there. They really paint my world with colours, laughter and love.They are simply my world, my pride and joy.

Speaking of friends...
I miss you, more than I can imagine. Thanks for the memories.But because all good things come to an end....