The cute mug with a little cow inside

I gulped my lady grey tea slowly. Nice. First cup of tea in the morning always raise the curtains from my eyes.
Ah, but this is Sunday, no hurry at all. No assignments to go for a while, and no exam perking up on the schedule. At least, for the week ahead. I plug in the internet cable and wandering aimlessly in the cyber world. Found out the it is unsurprisingly quiet out there. In the need of some music, I tuned in to the Sundays radio. Listening to Wild Horses and Leave This City. Couldn't get any better.
I gulped the tea again then looked at my newly purchased mug. It is a medium big (how come medium be big?) in blue color with a big cow hand-painted on one side. What I like the most is, there is a little cow statue inside. (s)he is peeking up and at the moment is being drawn by the orangish brown transparent tea water.
There was this stupid game on facebook where I join sisters community and fight against other girls. Until now I don't know exactly why I joined them and although I sometimes don't touch it for long while, but I keep coming back again. Sometimes, I play the game, choose lame boyfriends and buy shiny clothes that I would not wear in my real life. In this unreal life, I have a jet plane and more than 25 high heels. It is less fun than my real life though, where I only own two old bikes, one pair of boots and countless sneakers and flip flops. And of course the real boyfriend here is not a boxer nor have a tattoo, but we can laugh and talk and dream and that all counts.
I gulped down the lady grey tea, the little cow inside the mug is not drowning anymore and largely smile at me. How cute. I looked at the big cow on the front side and incidentally came across the words written just above the cow's back. Holland.
It hurts right here.


What if I don't want the cow mugs as souvenirs?
What if, I want my life in this country back?
Can you please come home like, soonish?