It was crazy. We arrived at the airport and spent some time watching the sky go dark together. Mom, dad, granny, big bro. When we said goodbye, I think I saw my father's eyes go wet. I tried not to look longer for mine would be the same too. At the gate, all of a sudden the notification board showed "closed" and people started to get scared and mad. And before this happened, 14 minutes before the said boarding time, I started talking to this girl, alone, sat next to me, european. Because of the boarding time delay, which was more than an hour, and we talked until we board the plane. Got her contact, yeah.
Flight was okay, and I finally concluded the reason I couldn't sleep during the previous trip was because I had my glasses on. So this time I slept enough. The transit was awful just as before, and the second flight was a little rocky at times. Nothing interesting. Wait, so people actually applauded their individual screens or their food tray when landings were successful? Maybe it's just the scare factor.
As soon as I left O'Hare, the airport which comes to my mind when one says airport, I saw these things. Everything makes me feel an alien familiarity. Like I know this place well, I can even live so well but everything just doesn't make me comfortable. The cars, the roads, the buildings, the people.
It was Friday night when I got home. Some dude was staying in my room and was out, so his stuffs are all over my room. I didn't even feel like cleaning or anything, so we played DotA until the sun comes out, probably jet lag, or just the 18 hours of combined sleep on flights. We ordered pizza and soda. Good life is never complete with door to door food delivery.
Jet lag sucks. Saturday afternoon was spent sleeping. From 1 to 9pm. People say to get rid of jet lag you gotta sleep according to your local time, but I just felt like I don't wanna give a fuck. There are enough things to be worried about so I'd rather sleep when I want to. Cleaned my room eventually and we played DotA till the sun comes out on Sunday morning. Ordered Chinese food at 1am, yes THIS IS PERFECT LIFE.
Sunday I watched some football, (or soccer if that's what you want to call it Americans) and then I slept in the afternoon again. And I'm doing okay. Have been sleeping in the living room with another housemate who lives there. Probably because of the mold in my room carpet, which I discovered while I was cleaning, which gave the room a weird smell, or maybe it was just I am not ready to be alone yet. Alone might make me feel lonely, for now. Or take away all these, maybe it's just too hot.
Monday, first day of class, only one class on Mondays tho. Guess that's what you get for being a final year student who has taken extra classes in previous semesters. You are free as hell and the freedom doesn't just stop there, since your GPA will go nowhere anymore, there is no point to even try anymore. The difference of GPA if I get A's for all my subjects in these 2 semesters and if I get all C's is 0.2, which does nothing to anything or anyone. Why do I even care then? I don't. Not like I've ever cared. To add to that, you pretty much get the same professors in my department, so we know them and they know us, it's not like we have to brace ourselves for anything we don't know.
I guess playing DotA is how I try to avoid things like homesickness, academic stuffs, life stuffs. It's always good not to care.
It's Tuesday! And yes I still have shit like unclogging the bathtub and cleaning the bathroom to do. Another housemate's friend is still staying here, and for that we can't really clean the bathroom because it wouldn't solve the problem. I know these are things about people which I can't tolerate, and of course they too will find it hard to tolerate my random singing/music banging/nagging/overthinking. But we're still tolerating. I guess life's a constant struggle.
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