This summer was supposed to be THE summer. I’ve booked my flight to Taiwan months ago and had so many plans for this one month trip.
A week before my flight, I suddenly had to go to the hospital because of pneumothorax and at the beginning I was still hoping to catch my flight, until I finally realized that I was going to stay for a little longer.
The realisation came with shock and bitterness and I cried a lot too. Some may call me a crybaby, but I was looking forward to this trip for such a long time.
Now after coming out of the hospital, I’m in a state of depression; unable to do something to re-live my lost summer, as I’m still in the recovery phase.
My general enthusiasm- level is by zero, maybe a little under zero as I couldn’t refill my “batteries” through the trip. What is left for me is studying for the exam I missed thanks to this unfortunate incident.
I’m not sure whether I’m a little overreacting,
but maybe those who love travelling as much as I do, who defines themselves through travels, who are in need to run away for a while from this daily routine and need to see different people, different streets, maybe.. maybe those people can relate.