the return.

So i return crawling back to my parents home in Singapore. I haven't a job, a boyfriend or money in my bank account. I have nothing. The prodigal son (..or daughter in this case) returns after squandering my life savings. 

Still, my friends came to welcome me home with the giant poster they promised. We had a feast at East Coast Seafood hawker centre and then headed to Marine Bowl till 2AM. 

Yes. i probably should have returned home earlier as my poor parents waited till the wee mornings for me...(ok well.. they would have gone to bed but i didn't have the keys for the locked doors so my mum had to stay up :X) but anything to delay the realisation that my vacation is over and reality is hitting me hard in the face.

So.. it's like nothing has changed since i became 18 and wished that i could be an independent adult. I've been suck back into a time warp and here i am a child again where my dad yells for me to have dinner because my mum took so much effort to cook it with love for us and it is turning cold. 
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speaking of which.. i've got to go, dinner is ready.


Welcome home jessica. welcome home.