THe past 2 weeks seemed like a wonderful dream.

It has been jam-packed with activities with my family and friends.
Dearest mum did not work for one week plus and dad did not work either for the second week. I know that they are beyond busy yet again touched by what they did, solely give and give. It meant so much to me! I felt like a spoilt child receiving and receiving.

The joy of being with family and friends again at home is what i've missed for the past two years; the shelter of comfort, the security of knowing that no matter what happens, you always have your family behind you..just the togetherness..

However, deep down inside of me, i felt like an eagle spreading its wings to fly; the opportunities, different places, different experiences...how far can i go? i don't know. How long will i fly before i come back to the nest, i dont know.Is this what i want deep down?Is this what i should be doing? It's been an honour to have parents who understand. No matter how much they wish to grab hold of the child and tell them 'STAY', they let them go, they let them free to be who they are. Such profound love and sacrifice.

This holiday is more than a holiday! I miss HOME!