Here I go again. I left Boston 5 months ago... 5 months later, I am leaving again. Am I any different? I think I am more experienced, I have seen more of the world, got to know more of the people of the world of ours. But there are just feelings one can never let go.

Sis came online for a little while... then she had to go to bed... I miss her. I haven't seen her for 4 months and I will not see her for at least another 4 months. Why is life always parting for me? I chose to travel... but is there a way to keep the loved ones by me? Am I being selfish again?

Time to go... Need to take a shower and pack up the little things that are left in the room.

Good-bye Boston, see you in September. What's waiting for me when I come back? It's a mystery yet to happen... and I will leave it at that.