I feel a little 'lousy' and weak as I have been feeling teary everytime I leave my parents' place to come back home... I wasn't even so lousy when I studied overseas; so not sure where the sudden abundance of sentimentality came from. Everytime we go back to eat, am sure to come home with some treats/ fruits/ or items for the next day's breakfast. I occasionally brood over my lack of friends/ a social network; but I really ought to be content and give thanks for my very nice family! And that most of the friends I do keep in touch with/ the couple of colleagues I know well enough are all very nice people!