December is darkest / in June there's the light.

I'm sorry if everything I wrote recently has been so emo. It is really, the contrary! (Okay, I will use more exclaimation marks in my posts from now on.) I am having the time of my life and I am so thankful for this experience. You can't imagine.

They say at the start you miss home like crazy and at the end of 6 months, you don't wanna go home. I don't wanna go home already. I love it here, I almost wanna stay. Not forever, but for a long, long time.

But when the push comes to shove. When my bag gets stolen and you just want to sit and cry for everything that's gone, you really only think of home. Whether its Singapore, or Jonkoping, I just want to be somewhere that's familiar.

Sigh. I know the stuff that are gone, is just stuff. And it can be replaced. But still, it sucks shit.

But on a much happier note, today we had a great day! You can't imagine. An ice hockey match, hot chocolate at a small gay bar, laughs in the cold and trying to walk on ice. I love stockholm, already.

I just think of home all the time. But that doesn't mean I'm not having the time of my life :)