I just arrived in Bangalore and am in the taxi while typing this. Can't believe time keeps moving on despite the pain I feel. I know for sure that I will soon forget that I miss home. I will soon get used to living independently, hanging out with my colleagues here, and walking around this not-quite-like-home territory. Yes, I can survive. But really, is this the life I want? to keep being on the road and away from the family?

Anyway, as an antidote, I already contacted Errol to see if he wants to go to church this evening. I miss the Lord a lot as I have much neglected Him while on vacation. I always do that :(. He only knows my loneliness. He only can heal.