Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Flitting around from this and that in a state of semi-panic seems to be the main thing occupying my time in these final, too-short weeks. I confess a certain reluctance to leave - yet there's an odd (and regrettable, because it's really very silly) sense of shame to this whole business of being so hopelessly provincial and limited in my outlook that I shudder to think of departing this cosy home existence to resume life in a challenging foreign environment.
This is the downside of associating with go-getting, cosmopolitan, opportunity-seizing types when you are
not a go-getting, cosmopolitan, opportunity-seizing type. You can't decide whether to be feel inspired or inadequate.
Lately, I seem to be falling prey to sentimentality and nostalgia and the futile search for fixed points in a world where everything changes. It's not my usual practice to be maudlin about relationships eroding away with time and indifference, but that, I suppose, has changed too. I have never been more glad to be home - things like meeting my maternal grandparents in Malaysia, family dinners, hanging out with friends, shopping with my sister have taken on a greater - ah, emotional dimension? Layer of meaning? Forgive this sentimental twaddle. As usual, I blame caffeine - this stuff has some definite adverse psychological effects.
words were spilled on Wednesday, August 23, 2006