This is the scene I would miss if I were living abroad. We’re all on the same carriage on the train, travelling to somewhere along the line.. It doesnt matter where, but somehow we meet. The students plugged into their apple-dominated worlds (ipods and iphones), the boys furious on their psps, the aunties with bags of groceries, the couples whispering sweet nothings.. Such an ordinary scene but close to the heart. It’s this exact feeling I get when I’m abroad. So ordinary the things that happen. It would feel so natural and right to be at the Eiffel Tower, or the Brandenburg Gate, the majestic cathedrals.. But when we’re back home, I think to myself I can’t believe I was just there! Soon, another two months, I’ll be there, being seen in Europe.
Counting down!
