Sent Terri off at Crown Promenade around three thirty and somehow, the short walk back alone was so fucking depressing. Sure, I relish the idea of finally having some time to myself … but something’s just so off about being alone now. I’ve had one of my closest and oldest (a decade WTF?!) friends constantly by my side for the past week and even though it’s just been seven days, it feels as though she’s been here so much longer and I already miss her terribly. Was even a little bit teary-eyed when I walked home after watching the bus disappear around the corner.
It’s always nice to have a familiar face from home dropping by, and it’s always so difficult to say goodbye. That’s the most horrible thing about living overseas, I think. The inevitable goodbyes are just unbearable.
That being said, I just uploaded all my photos from the past week and what the fuck man, I have about 90+ photos OF JUST FOOD. -_- I’d decided to leave Terri to do the touristy shots while I just focus on the food we’d come across and HOLY SHIT, NINETY EIGHT PHOTOS OF FOOD? JUST HOW MUCH DID WE EAT?
Oh yeh. About 2kgs worth over a span of six days. Naisssssss.
