A month of adjusting my lifestyle against my family's which once I was used to.
A month of realisation that the old folks are really getting old, and taking the turn to play my role.
A month of pretending that I have been engaging with the world by soaking myself in the CNN news, everyday.
A month of slacking.
A month of almost complete isolation. Nah, not that serious though. I am fine in a rut.
A month of missing, lots.
So it has indeed been a month, since I flew out from Brissy, flew home.
So I think it's time to move on.