The Holiday Is Over

Of museum and jaulah.
Of knowing Auckland and discovering Wellington.
Of State Highway 4 and Desert Road.
Of being alone most of the time in the room watching animes, and of mingling around people.
Of " what's cooking?"  and " oh, just rice and eggs and chickens. i don't know how to cook" over and over again.
Of beauty and money.
Of faith and friendship.
Of hamasah and amal.
Of Kebab to Go and of Angie's Kitchen.
Of being individualistic.
Of missing General Library.
Of finishing assignment at the eleventh hour.
Of God and of Goodness.
Of being respectful and being judgemental.
Of letting go,
and ..
Of saying goodbye.

Holiday, thanks.