the last night at HCMC before we head home, i stirred at 4am thereabout, thinking i was home in my own bed. not that the hotel bed has taken my shape and i feel so at home, but because i was having a familiar dream. then i heard the honking downstairs. i am so not at home.
and you would think i would receive a hearty welcome when i get home after 2.5 weeks. my mum is like experiencing menopause twice over, and nothing i did/buy/say is correct.
to think i blabbered something like 'home sweet home' when we touched down. haha
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