Maybe it's the thought of leaving the comforts of home.
Maybe my parents' (not so) subtle psychology tactics finally got to me.
Maybe it's the thought of leaving the friends I have here.
you can take a Penangite out of Penang, but you can't take the Penang out of a Penangite. sigh. Sure ain't the same tune I was singing barely a few months ago. Whatever it is, I'm suddenly having doubts about this.