I finally moved out after spending eight months in the dorm. I know it's a little strange to say this, but I am having a little trouble adjusting to home. And by home, I mean Hong Kong. I've only been back for a few days, but right now I have a bad case of homesickness.
A few months ago, I could not fathom not waking up in my own bed in the morning and running down the halls to turn on the lights, going down to eat breakfast in the cafe, then trudging to my 9.30am class.
Now it just feels weird to walk out from my bedroom to the kitchen to prepare something for myself in the morning.
Moving out was really difficult. Normally, I am not emotional when it comes to goodbyes, and I'm fine with letting go and moving on. Not this time. The amount of tears surpassed all my expectations. They started and ended with my neighbour: thinking about how our friendship got to be, how it developed and how I was not going to see him for four months was the first big swing that hit me.
I had grown exceptionally close to Jonas - some routines we grew into were writing each other encouraging sticky notes during exam period, covering each other's door in artwork and post-it notes and texting each other under the covers at night. On the day that he left, I was very upset.
The second swing was when my dormmates came to hang out and say goodbye to me the day I was going to leave.