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I feel like I'm in a bubble of my own. A bubble detached from the external world. No television, no newspapers (not like I've ever read many), no other people. As comfortable as this routine is and as occupied I am with accomplishing small feats daily, I am bound to get tired of this container.

The trip home was good, though. Traveling may be tiring, but every time it's over, I feel sure I can make the effort again, just to keep a balance between my family and my pursued future.

I'm waiting for the hype to die down. So I can see whether things are the same when the rose-tinted glasses are removed. It's not very nice to live realistically, but some things just have to be done.