It's like, we're trading time and a little bit more money for a rather luxurious life.
Distance takes time and money, but we do enjoy a life more comfortable. So is that a trick of Dad or what? To make us don't want to leave home, but struggle when the traffic bothers too badly.
I started to worry that I might not be able to accept a enviornment not as good. Perhaps I should keep on traveling and try to live differently. A rough environment will do me good.

Those five days in the mountain is still a pain for me. I don't even want to see her pictures. Bad memories will then be brought up. I should let the whole thing go, but I simply can't. I'm still a 19-year-old. Don't expect too much... though I'm trying hard.