Home is where the heart is

I know when are the times I'll miss home the most: when I'm sick.

One of the toughest job of being a woman is childbirth. To even have that child in the first place, we have to go through monthly tortures. And that month is today for me.

I skipped lesson and a group meeting because of that, and just because I'm on exchange doesn't give me good reason to do so.. and what's worse is not just the nagging aching feeling on my tummy; it's the bloody cold weather.

The weather is fine here, but it is not fine at all with wind. I just wanna coop in my bed the whole day if it's rainy outside.

My muscles groan as well. Did 8 sets of 12 squats, and some core workout with Nick yesterday. No joke man. My back, thighs, tummy are BURNING. What's more, I'm suffering a few blue blacks on my knees here and there after badminton with Sandra on Saturday. Oh gosh my physical life is miserable.

And that's when I miss home. So much. I wish I could just lie in bed and have someone already prepared my meals (read: dad). Someone to bring me soup (read: mum). Someone to not bother me at all (read: bro).

I actually can't wait for the term to be over. It's my week 11 now and it isn't enjoyable at all! So many projects and assignments to do when all I want is my bed and TV.

But then I remind myself that life overseas is just the same as home. Just because I'm away from home doesn't mean I won't encounter problems, or stress. Doesn't mean life responsibilities go away.

But it means that I'm lucky to have a home back in Singapore to tackle the waves of life. With my family.