Little Wonders

I cried on the plane back to Singapore the second time I had to fly back during the March holidays a few years ago.  It has gotten both easier and harder to go each time since.  The hardest part is rarely the actual moment of goodbye, but a searing, silent moment days before.

I suppose it's easier because there's no school this time.  Much as I love studying, the daily grind can get to all of us.  This time it's an internship, scholarship applications, getting stuff to work.  We'll see how that turns out.  It's harder because as we get older, we calm down and we leave with understanding, not anger.  Least I do.

It's a lovely little wonder that people feel so much, in such complexity.  Whatever it is, I'll be home soon.

Our lives are made in these small hours,
these little wonders, these twists and turns of fate.
Time falls away, but these small hours,
these small hours, still remain
Rob Thomas