3 days before my flight. Tomorrow will be the last day of exam. Just had 2 garage sales. Still organizing stuff. Haven't packed yet. Sold most of my furniture. Going back home hadn't kicked in yet. Trying my best not to get pissed at the freakin teenager to changed mind last minute about getting my furniture. Very sleep deprived. Studied the whole day. Very stressed out.
T - 2 Day
Last day of exam. Thought did it quite well but mainly because it was the last day of everything. Studied in the morning. Haven't packed yet. Went home, dismantled my bed and everyother thing, waited for the guy to pick up. The guy picked it up, tipped me $10 for being an 'awesome seller'. Gave out most of the stuff. Partied like a rockstar. Drunk. Threw up. Escorted home by cops. Cursed cops and threw up in their car. Cursed some more. They handed me to my aunt. Thought my life was over. Slept soundly.
T -1 Day
Woke up and threw up 4 times. Pretty sure had grown phobia to alcoholic bevs. Cant think of Tequila without stomach jolts. Started Packing. Met S for lunch. Continued packing. Packed the whole day. Exhausted. Driven to airport. 17KGs overweight. Let some books go. Still 10 KGs overweight. Ready to pay $50 and give up. Was let go without paying. Couldn't believe my own luck. Carried 25kgs handcarry, lugged it and will lug it across 3 different airports.
T Day
12 hours flight. 8 hours of sleep, 4 hours of take off, eat, eat, eat like a heifer and drank milk, water and countless OJs. No coffee though. Slept like a satisfied baby. Landing. Transit and was thankful for trolley. Read a book through the whole thing, not that I had any choice. 6 hours of flight, caught The Blind Side and New York I love you. The latter sucked. Coming back home finally sunk in.
T + 1 Day
Landed 2PM at Jakarta. 4PM and was stationed at the office. Worked till 8PM. Passed out at 9PM on my way home. Woke up next morning jetlagged.
The whirlwind stopped today.