i had one blissful day in malacca yesterday.
good company, great photo opportunities and at least 6 hours to while away as we pleased. we snapped away to our hearts’ content and walked till our feet were sore. our tastebuds were tickled by the malaccan fare and, although we were dead tired by the time we got home, we returned with refreshed spirits, satisfied with the photographs we had taken and the time we had spent with each other. it was good.
but reality comes with the morning. one friend has to go back to dealing with her difficult family. another has to pack for her journey back to school. the third must once again face the fact that her holiday is over. and me? it’ll be back to the desk with the telephone and fax machine and endless meetings that imprison my mind.
i’m not sure if i wish i can have my yesterday again or wish it never happened because the crash back to reality is much harder now that i know there’s always something better.