Wanderer

I love my home. But each time I got used to being away from it, I'm hesitant to return cause I know that it would be so much harder for me to leave when I've been spoiled with overwhelming love and care. That's a nonexistent dilemma though. Cause in the end, I'd hop on the plane anyway.
Had a great Christmas and New Year with my family, though for a few days, I woke up with terrifying thoughts of how much work I have yet to finish. The most exciting part of the holiday was, surprisingly, Christmas shopping! Rather than writing a wish list, we gave each other vague clues and had to decipher each hidden message, haha. 'twas fun! No smell of fresh pine, but we made an artificial tree of our own :)

 

My break ended real quick, and I'm back at ghost town once again. Got to climb Broga Hill when I got back and boy was it awesome. I can finally name one thing I like about this place now. I loved sitting on a random rock at the top of the hill, feeling the wind in my hair, watching birds soaring the sky, pausing every now and then to gain its momentum. Aaah, freedom.