Day 289- The countdown begins

In thirty two days, I will be on a flight back to my hometown, back to my family. It’s a strange feeling to be so torn between my love for two countries that I almost can’t comprehend what these short thirty two days would feel like. Today was officially the last day of school, it…

Musings of a nostalgic heart

I cannot even begin to phantom a life without the endless morning clatter in the kitchen, or the silent loving whisper of my mother waking me up. I can’t seem to picture the emptiness of being unable to feel the silkiness of your arms draped across my body, or the subtle wind that blows your…