Not so sure what to say...

My host dad just camed up to my room and said that the police just called.

Huh?

Yeah, that was my response too.

I was trying very hard to recall when I had committed an offence.

I couldn't recall any.

And well, to my surprise, it was the time I hit a car at the place where I was supposed to pick up a kid.

*Sigh*

I am due to be down tomorrow to receive a ticket.

And whatever else that can ensue, I am not exactly sure.

I guess you can just say I am a little stunned about the series of events.

What are they charging me with?

Apparently, with illegally leaving the scene of an accident.

...

I am not sure if I told you but I went back to look for the car with the note in my hand.

Argh. It doesn't matter.

And the thing is, I did get down to take a look at the car.

How else would I know that my car wasn't damaged?

Eye-witnesses are claiming otherwise.

Ok lo.

Haiz. Like I say, in the end, what happened is not important.

I left the scene and that is it.

....

I just feel super yucky.

My host dad also talked to me and said he was concerned about my driving.

I think he should be. I would be if I were him, too.

The automobile plays such an important role in their everyday life!

I just feel yucky that this happened.

It makes me more homesick.

Argh.

....

I am supposed to be in good spirits right now.

I have just returned from a trip tp Hersheys.

How was it? Not bad.

The trip per se wasn't bad. I got to experience how frustrating a road trip is. I got to see Hersheys and imagine how Charlie must have felt when he toured the Chocolate Factory (haha..sorry. I was just trying to be lame). And not to mention the fact that I got to experience staying and putting up with the girls' tantrums was...a revealing experience.

So much so that I came to the conclusion I really just want to go home when my term is up.

But whatever it is, it is not something I should comment on right now.

Who knows? My offence may be so bad that they decide to revoke my driving permit and I would have to go home anyway.

Does that bother me?

Um...I think previously it would. I would have done anything to stay behind.

Now? Eh, not so much.

Just as much as I would hope to stay for 1)baptism 2)chiro-therapy 3) spanish, I do want to go home.

I know many of you find it baffling. Do I actually miss home so much?

The truth is, yes and no.

I don't miss home so much. I just miss the fact of being me.

I miss the fact that I get my free time to do the things that I want to do.

And I miss the fact of not having to put up with ridiculous nonsense like a humbling Filipino maid from some kid who think she reigns the world.

I don't miss home for the fact that I have annoying relatives to handle during CNY but I do miss home for the very feeling of it being home.

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It is funny how I can be so composed about my ticket.

I would have thought that I would fret so much I would be trembling in sleeplessness tonight.

And while it is true that I trembled when I first heard the news--imagine being charged!!!--it really doesn't bother me too much.

Maybe it is because I hold solace in the fact that this is but another event in my life that is meant to unfold either as part of God's plan or not.

If it were the former, it is meant to achieve something.

But even if it weren't, I have already gotten a lesson out of it.

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I can't change the fact that I didn't leave the note and that I had left.

So all I can really do is,

cross my fingers.

And pay for the ticket.

*shrug shoulders*