Time has been flying past so quickly that it's horrifying.
Been so long since i'm typing a proper post by which i mean usually my laptop and not the in the dark-phone held post.

It's also been so long since I had some me-time. And honestly, I feel a little strange.

So here am I, wishing I was heading back home with my mom.
I don't have the perfect mom on Earth, but i wouldn't trade her for anything in the world. These 2 months got me lazy, got me comfortable, but got me to know my mom better. I knew she love me so much. Now i see how much. 2 months is a long time to spend with someone solely, and i'm thankful i got this time with my mom. It showed me that the greatest love is a mummy's love, so who are we to talk about love.

Love is when she wakes up earlier than you just so you have a good breakfast before you head off to uni.
Love is when she doesn't mind staying home waiting for you patiently, while you work.
Love is when you come home, to a table full of food timed perfectly so all of them are still steaming hot.
Love is when you come home, and have someone to say hi to.
Love is when you wake up to a cup of water everyday, just for your health.
Love is when she nags you everyday to shower early.
Love is when she buys you stuff that you won't buy for yourself cause it's so expensive.
Love is when she justify the reasons for buying them is just to make you happy.
Love is when you start noticing the little things that makes her happy.
Love is when you share little jokes that only you two know.
Love is when she sacrifices her life just to keep you company.
And love is when you know she does all of these, just to see the smile on your face.

So so thankful for these 2 months. It makes me not wanna grow up, and i just wanna float through life forever under this umbrella called home.