Homesick

I'm leaving Swan City tomorrow morning to KL, then back to Melbourne next weekend.

And I'm already starting to feel homesick.

It just doesn't get any easier, no matter how many times you've had to do it.

Leaving your family.

Regardless how much practice I've had over the years, it still tugs tightly at my heart strings each and every time.

As the matter of fact, I'm starting to believe that the older you are, the harder it becomes.

Because we know better now.

Because we've noticed that our parents are getting older too.

And we are drifting further and further away from our childhood.

From being a child.

From being carefree.

Because we realise that time doesn't wait for anybody.

And nothing is forever.