saturday and sunday proceeded to fly by, spent some warm fuzzy time with my family to celebrate a birthday..
i had a flashback last night... it was year 2002 December, my solo trip to perth... after 3 weeks (or slightly less) i felt a deep wave of homesickness, and gave a call home to inform my parents i was cutting short my holiday and coming home. when i arrived in singapore, they picked me up and we had coffee & muffins in the airport starbucks before heading home. to begin with, they weren't even approving of my decision to run off to a foreign country - but i guess i'm wilful and i had a plan so they held their breaths and let their baby go. their unwavering support is what makes me homesick, its what makes me want to fly back to them every time. so then we had some coffee & muffins, before heading home.

