All good things come to an end

Leaving.

From my perspective, this is one of the toughest parts of the stay abroad. I have experienced this already once - When I spent 5 months in Sweden. And once I came back, I was sure, I dont want to experience this feeling again. But... hey, here it comes.
Felling down, is actually not a sign of being a coward or weak freak, but a clear undertanding, that you enjoyed your stay and - in spite of all the cultural differences &challenges - you dont want to leave the place, the life-style, and especially the people, who were/are/will be part of your life/family.

Past 1 month was one of the toughest months in Malaysia for me. I still have one month to go, but now I already feel, that this time is approaching very fast. I consciously try not to think about it (not to get crazy), but it is there back in my head ...and I am beeing haunted.

I closed up 2007 in my mind&heart

...with an interesting NYE celebration - first time in a big club. When we arrived (with a tube and a cab:)) there were tons of ppl and I was kinda lost. The countdown was lame, so we just made ours...Then... the network went down and I was kinda down too. I really really wanted to call to my family and I couldnt. I was there in the middle of thousands drunk ppl, the artificial snow was falling down, ppl were happy watching the fireworks and kissing each other... somehow I felt I was on the wrong place :S
But things got better after some time at 3am I was able to reach even Peru:), not even home yet, but we were dancing, drinking and "having fun".
This NYE was not the best one, but an experience for sure.