I've been living quite far away from my family since form 1, 13 years old. It was pretty sad. Luckily I wasn't the only one feeling that. I know got some friends who cried alone, at night, on his bed. Some cried while talking on the phone. Me? I tried holding back from tearing up the first few weeks whenever I made a phone call. Hahaha, pretty embarrassing. =P
But as I grow old, I get used to this already. But the thought is still there. That's why sometimes I feel a bit reluctant to travel. Really troublesome. Ma fan. LOL
What's your story?