Day 22

I know that counting the days makes the wait seem longer, but I just cannot help it. I am slightly Obsessive-compulsive after all, maybe my subconcious fears that I might actually miss my flight hehe.

Contemplating on my days here being numbered (pun intended), it made me start to wonder what would have happened if circumstance had been designed to make me stay until the end. Would I have been closer to my Filipino officemates? How about my Danish colleagues? A friend of mine once said that it is nearly impossible to find a friend in the workplace. Up until two months ago I would have tried to discredit his theory. But a lot has happened in those two months, things that prevent me from discarding this idea so hastily.

I do know one thing though, I am 22 days away from seeing some special person/s once more (Is this really plural or am I just trying to throw people off my trail, hmmm?). We'll need to sort out these feelings, and our intentions.