During our flight to Narita, we were served with a second meal--Mom's "merienda":

As the day of going home comes close, I actually might not feel like going home after all. Of course, I do feel sad here, with the BIG after-holiday blues, FOMO, and lack of friends to talk to--but I think I might be needing this after all. 

I left Manila 36 days ago with no time to fix my room from the bazaar series, no sleep, last-minute packing, and brain (and feelings) still scattered all-over, but in here, time is slow, there is so much "quiet", plus, I don't even have to have any plans. I just live life day-to-day, with something as simple as a good breakfast makes me happy, or when the afternoon weather permits us to go out on a sunny but nice and cool streets, and start wandering aimlessly.