God Damn.

I've got 2 weeks before I return home.

Suddenly the past 9 months have seemed irrelevant, the future looks a bit uncertain (esp given the @$#!~# army) and these essays and books I surround myself with seem unimportant. Like something's more pertinent, something's more needy than these tests.

But with 13 days to go before I touch Singaporean soil, Seattle suddenly becomes a slightly friendlier place, people smile more and life seems a wee bit better.

And these 9 months, if they taught me nothing, taught me to love my friends, my family and those who care about me genuinely a bit more than I did.

To Seattle, cold summers and cold smiles.

Suddenly, leaving you is a little tougher than I thought.