3, possibly 4 times now since being back in Malaysia that I had dreams about being back in NY, where I would come to the realization that I have made it back. Then there is this sense of relief and peace that surges through me knowing that I have gone through one of the hardest part of the season.
But then I would wake up and find a subtle disappointment of being in reality, the reality of being stuck back in Malaysia.
This speaks to me about the significance of where my heart is, and that I am still very much hung up with NY. I imagined it to be somewhat like one of those sci-fi movies where a person goes into virtual reality to either experience something that they missed and longing for, or just simply escaping the unfavorable reality.
I remember how it felt being back there, and it is almost addictive even to how temporary it is.
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