the end of a tune

I'm reaching the end of my hall life for this Academic Year. Sadly, I've kinda forgotten how is it like to live at home. All along, I never had my own room, and shared a study room and bedroom with my brothers. Guess I will need sometime to adjust my life away from the time where I could just close the door and blast my music without disturbing anyone, or anyone walking past jioing me for meals (supper is a meal, at least to me. *stares at tummy), or spontanous games, or congregating at the lounge for some conversations that last the night, or sudden movie trips and outings.

One thing I like about living in hall: Privacy and Communal living is simply a door close/open away. For someone who needs time alone as well as time with other people, Hall has many pockets for me to think alone, as well as many pockets for me to interact with others, without anyone judging whether my schedule is correct or not. Well, it's kinda like having the freedom and liberty, and most importantly trust. Sigh...I wonder what would the next 3 months be like. Doesn't help when my family members like to judge and moralise my schedule.

What I have been anticipating for so long will be realised next week. I can't wait. But let me finish my papers and move back home first.

I have resisted not to write my goodbye email to the seniors after Command, as I would want to write one before I move out. Sigh... will miss them. Without them, I wouldn't be where I am today in Hall. Without them, I wouldn't know what Hall Life is like. Their friendship among themselves is something I aspire to have, and see it developing among me and my floor buddies. It's not something superficial, but rather, something deep, meaningful, and beyond words. That birthday hug they gave each other, is what I think, summarises what it means.