The Unfamiliar

Having a flight alone, I am no stranger to that.

But this time, it's simply different. Not only because it's my trip back to reality after the longest and most relax (in a doing-nothing kinda way) holiday I've had in years, it's also a trip to the unfamiliar terrain.

New environment, new school, new life.

I'm not yet familiar with this room, house and surroundings.
I'm staying with people with whom I didn't share any intimate closeness (yet -- I hope).
I'll be moving forward to a new school, new class mates, new cultures, new everything.
Survival is still in question mark.
"How if I've forgotten how to study where the rests are still fresh from school?"

My friends have settled in their own lives and careers, and with no common activities/affiliations among us, meeting up may not be a guaranteed promise.

Will I be lonely or will I fit in?

Uncertain. That's the feeling that accompanies me during my journey back.