11 days to leaving for home. Well 13 if you take travel time into consideration. 

I’m having mixed feelings about this trip. A part of me doesn’t want to, but I know I’m needed there. Only thing is that I don’t know how much it would be appreciated. I’m dreading this. 

Home would mean a lot of sorting out to do this time. It’s not going to be much of a holiday, but duty calls. Duty. Responsibility. Another sore topic for the moment. It’s so hard to come up with a decision. It doesn’t seem fair, but life isn’t fair. Hopefully when the time comes it’s going to be an easy one. 

Afterthought:

I guess now I’m partly looking forward to home. Some pampering and a week in Vietnam should do my heart good. It might be just what I need to face this final semester.