… I woke up in Japan

I recently suffered another head trauma. Yes, another one after my hang gliding accident. I almost feel like I’m training 铁头功 (lit. Iron Head, a Shaolin skill where they can can break steel blades and stuff over their bare heads)

-_-

I slipped, fell backwards and smashed my skull into the wall. The last thing I remember before passing out is that it hurts like #%%^@&)!&#@

When I next woke up, I found myself back in Japan! ISN’T THAT CRAZY???

So don’t ask me why the last post was 10 days ago because I have no idea where time went either!

Hahaha. I’m kidding, but only about the part where I passed out. I DID fall and it did hurt like a royal [insert expletive]. I also AM back in Japan – just arrived today!

My thoughts on being back home:

I MISS MY HOME SO MUCH!!! Fu cleaned and packed it up so nicely before he left for USA, so that I won’t return to the pig sty he transformed the house into while I was in Singapore lol. I thank the heavens I have a husband who at least cleans up when it matters the most ❤︎ Of course I would love it so much more if he could do it more often… eheheh :D No, I won’t appreciate it less nor will it become less “special”! So please, don’t hold back!

IT’S FINALLY PEACEFUL AND QUIET. Singapore is so noisy. So so noisy. Fu says I complain about it every time I go back, but it’s true. I barely had a moment of peace my entire month back in Singapore. The construction work opposite my house starts at 7.30am and goes on non-stop till 11pm. Everywhere I went in Singapore was crowded and noisy. I cannot count the number of times I had to raise my voice just to get a conversation going. It was extremely unbearable.

I’M DONE WITH TRAVELING. Or at least for a while. Usually when I say I’m tired of traveling, I get responses like “Yeah, you poor thing. Such a hard life, having to travel so much hor” -_- Lol. I don’t know if people can understand it, but it’s just the feeling of wanting to stay put and enjoy things for a bit, you know?I just feel like I haven’t lived in Japan much this year, and I miss it! I’m 70% homebody, 30% explorer. But this year it’s been pretty much the reverse and the homebody is violently protesting.

So yes, happily back home! YAY!

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