As the kids busied themselves with reports and presentations, I took time out to mark some ikky scripts facing the gorgeous Moreton Bay. A sea of calm and tranquillity. Sometimes I wonder… do I miss nature/scenery/environment more than the people? Hmmm… Anyways, it was great sitting there, all huddled in a thick yellow-green “I Love Australia” sweater (newly-acquired from weekend shopping binge) with the chilly breeze blowing, and gazing out at receding tides.
Tonight, we’d probably going to throw a little party – to celebrate the fact that we’ve all enjoyed and learnt much from the trip, and bonded as a group (nonetheless, there’s still one/two really quiet, but not anti-social, ones).
Haiz, just thinking about what is to come when I return… I feel like reaching out for the pack of panadols. Move house. Consultations. Lecture preparation. Work review. Common test. Meetings. Thrown right back into the hectic, inhumane deep end. I think I can begin to understand why it is difficult for escapists to become non-escapists. The mere thought of returning to face reality can be nerve-wrecking enough to induce nightmares – I have some weird dreams I tell you, yesterday night, I dreamt that some Ang Moh Queen is kidnapped and I worked like siao to save her… *duh*.
I think it’d probably be a matter of time before I migrate to somewhere with 4 seasons, where I can set up cosy little cake-cookie-coffee shop, preferably near the sea, where life can be lived at its rightful own pace, without one having to worry about time, money, deadlines and people conflicts.
That day has got to come. Sometime in my lifetime. And when it comes, I’d hang this sweet little plaque (acquired from weekend R&R too) at the door of my small shop – “Love, laughter and friends are always welcome”.
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