Suffering from another bout of post-travel depression which seems to hit me whenever I return from abroad... in this case I feel oddly empty in the absence of a big crowd of relatives. And I miss my little cousin! Being the youngest in the family I never got the chance to be a big sister to someone else. The next time I see him is likely to be one year later. Sigh.
On a more positive note, next year is going to be a good one 'cos my (another) cousin's getting married! I'm excited 'cos this is the first time I'm experiencing the marriage of a close relative.
I'm feeling rather stressed now because I haven't had time to do my homework. The busiest time of the year hasn't even arrived and I'm so frazzled already. Depression could not have come at a worse time.
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