It won't slow down.

Sometimes the weirdest things would suddenly make me realize that I'm not at home, and that I'm studying a million miles away from home, and that I'm in a stranger's country and suddenly everything starts to seem unrecognizable, sort of strange and out of place. Sometimes, the things that makes these rush of emotions would come from a stroke of a toothbrush, while I look at myself in the mirror, thinking this water, this toilet, these clothes that I'm wearing. What in the world am I doing being so far away? I guess this is how living-abroad reality strikes. And even after two long months, the surreal-ness of it creeps at the oddest time of the day, as if trying to remind me why I'm even here, in a toilet somewhere in the state of Karnataka, brushing my teeth with Indian water, wearing foreign clothes. I must admit, I am still finding my comfort zone.

I think I need to put up pictures of my dad all around the room to get me motivated. Plus, I'll feel like I'm being watched.

Eyes on the book, my dear.