It happens when you start to miss familiarity.
Familiar faces, lingo, food... people. People who knew you so well and love you for who you are. Familiar settings and places and practices. Where people don't run around naked and people enjoy the spectacle of it. Where people don't f-away in practically every sentence...
Ailin or Cuifen was saying something about this being *similar* to army in some aspects. Your sense of hygiene drops drastically (you're not that picky about clean food... but you end up ok because the low temperatures here don't encourage decomposition of food anyway) And you're really surrounded by expletives I suppose. Well I don't know what it's like in army...... so yeah I can't really do a comparison.
I guess I've lowered my thresholds of tolerance in various aspects. Which can be a good or bad thing...
Sigh. I miss home.
