a tale of (deciding between) two cities

So now that I'm apparently (finally) going back to KL on Monday... for some reason I'm inexplicably way more heavy-hearted about leaving Penang than I thought I would.

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.
Maybe...




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.