piscespixies

Piazza, New York Catch by Belle & Sebastian

"I never realise how much I like being home unless I have been somewhere really different for a while..." - Juno (2007)

 Currently sitting at a cafe beside the university I'm attending that is still alien to me. My butt is slowly cramping uncomfortably to tell you the truth -- petition for more cushioned chairs s'il vous plaît. 

Here's something ironic; I never thought I would be one of those who would have multiple breakdowns longing for home. I used to think that leaving was the best thing that could potentially happen in my life – it could, time will tell I suppose.
I miss my cats though...

So, what's Piscespixies take on moving to a new country?
Be mentally, emotionally and physically prepared – however, mentality and emotions are possibly more significant considering you would be alone during the first few weeks or months and it can get difficult. BASICALLY, everything that Jimmy Eat World sang repeatedly on their track The Middle.

If only it is easy to be a chameleon in a such outgoing and extroverted environment. May I say, walking alone around the university makes me feel like the chorus of Beck's Loser. The positive, giddy side of me is convinced that it will get better, if not, much much more tolerable -- though, study wise, I don't have anything to worry about. I am grateful as heck to be in a prestigious university but emotional wise -- I pray that it gets better fast.

Till then, I'll wrap it up and say I miss home, the familiarity of it all... Here, it's not too bad, just glad it's finally my time to be independent and experience this side of life.

C'est la vie

Postcards From Italy by Beirut

Hello fellow human beings of this uncultured side of the internet (har de har har). It's been far too long since I have properly post anything of gaiety. Don't fret however, tons of shindigs have happened in the past undistinguished months since I have gone MIA. I am about to go to uni soon -- how soon? Like... Next week.

As predicted, my sanity is not quite intact (when has it ever?) Though I have practiced a lot of tolerance from major incompetence in August despite it being a what might have been a well-celebrated birthday month. OH the sheer joy of having an uncultured bane with no sense of morality nor humility in such life, caught up with the shallow side of the universe's sea.

Anyway, I have moved past that phase and staying put in this current situation where I should either school myself on how to adult or have yet another restless night knowing that I will be moving out of my childhood home with days I could count with my fingers. Quite frankly, the only thing as of now that sparks my interest is being able to practice independence.

Presumably, 20, in my point of view, is the right age for me to once and for all step out of my comfort zone completely. What I least look forward to in these circumstances is the long distance my s/o and I would face any day now. We'll make it, if God is willing.