My cousin went back home after about 9 months of working in Riyadh. He say he can’t take it anymore. The place is just way too lonely that he everyday cries in lonesome.
I myself do feel homesick sometimes. But not like him though where he always felt bored during office hours and after office hours. I don’t know if what is the place he stays at. Maybe the place is a complete desert where there is nothing really to do. So now, my cousin will be staying in the Philippines for the meantime. I don’t know if he will still look for jobs in Philadelphia, or in any other country where he will feel not lonely.
Me on the other hand lived in a city filled with malls. But I still rarely be seen outside because the moment I stepped in those malls, then I’ll be spending my ass off. Its just too expensive to go out here. If there are sales, then people from all places in the country seem to also go inside the mall. I don’t like crowded places so I also don’t go out during major sales.
So with that, I still can’t reach to the point where I will go back and never to return again. Maybe its just the concept of sacrificing just for the benefit of others. That others for me is no other than my mom. This is just my own way of giving thanks to her after all that she have done to me. So here I am, busting my ass off from lonesome.