then the house seemed a little quieter, and the spirits a little damper, as it is left with no more singing voices and rowdy screams of the usual people who overturn it. there is now a little bit of sadness accompanying the days to come, as the next seven is officially time for me to get ready, finalise, meet, greet, smile, prepare, and bid goodbye to anything that’s dear to me in this country. I’m surprised at how unprepared I am to leave my family. my room’s still like the previous post. the clothes piled unruly at the side of my bed, the papers and little knick-knacks haphazardly thrown about on the study and make-up table. I do have to pack.. but i keep telling myself that it can wait