I skyped with my family and friend this weekend, but my homesickness was thus uncovered. I recalled some remarks by my classmate Ruth on FB. It rained a few days ago, but it relieved her of her homesickness because it pished like that in her hometown Glasgow. Today my homesickness rained down on me.
"Why don't you draw it?" After I got up this morning, I started my homesickness series of postcards. After all, in my long life, I hardly feel this. I should make very positive use of my emotion.
By the time this postcard is received by the person for whom it is meant for, many stars will be smudged by the pencil drawing around them. Those stars that still remain bright are yours then.
Let's play a game to see if you will receive the postcard you like. If I accidentally forget you, please let me know.
I had a nice afternoon party with my classmates in the afternoon, but I am very afraid of being left all alone after the party. Luckily, I had Jazel to cook dinner for. After she went back to her room to continue her assignment, I resumed drawing on a rainy evening. It's nice to feel homesick because it means in this vast world I belong to those whom I love and who love me...