Day X: In Paris

It's already 3 am here, but I can't fall asleep. I actually need to talk, but can't 'cuz there is no one to listen. I can already anticipate how I will turn into a crazy freak and cry over the phone with my mom. (I cried upon hearing my mom's voice on the following day after landing in VN, so right now, I'm holding it pretty well.) This post will show how ironic I can be. Also, I won't be able to use internet much (annoying keyboard) and I apologize for all the mistakes to be found. The battery is dying in 25 min, I can't go through proof-reading. 

Before being where I am, I wished to leave so bad that every day at work, I was waiting for it to end so the D day will come faster. A week before boarding, I was filled with stress just at the idea of being away.

Now that I'm nearing the period (9 days-11 days) that I will spend alone and that would turn me into a little schizo person, I am actually scared, almost enough to admit that I regret my decision. I'm thinking, I need to stop doing this all the time. Impulse. Or the need to be away, to explore what's out there... to be different. The consequences I'd have to assume might be too much to handle.

On the hand, this experience would certainly teach me a lot and hopefully, let it be worth it. Anyways, so right now, I'm hungry instead of sleepy. My body feels very much like 21h00 instead of 3h00. Chatting with Chi puts me more at ease even if there is nothing she can do. While she will be leaving for Europe in 2 weeks, I'm helping her out with little details. It's funny how more than once, we'd be in the same country at the same time without meeting each other.  Once I get back (or when I can), I'll start this 365 days project, beginning with my trip in France. 

As much as I can I'll use the time alone to reflect on what happened, what I have, and what to do next.

Above all, I miss you.