A thousand thoughts breeze through my head as I write this. I'm flying back home tomorrow. The word has changed its meaning over the years. I was home before I came to another country. Right before that, I was home at a girls' hostel. And I was home at my parent's place too, before I left for good.
Right now, a swanky downtown apartment is what I call home. People at work who are unconditionally nice are family. And I'm feeling emotional as I leave them behind. Well, not really - I'll be back in precisely five weeks. But then.
It's the same feeling every time - excitement mingled with a little twinge of parting with something. I have to admit, I do feel anxious - what if I've changed enough to not blend in effortlessly? What if I've changed enough to not feel home at all?
Phew. I do need to party tonight; keep these thoughts at bay. And think of all them smiles that will come my way, real soon.
Right now, a swanky downtown apartment is what I call home. People at work who are unconditionally nice are family. And I'm feeling emotional as I leave them behind. Well, not really - I'll be back in precisely five weeks. But then.
It's the same feeling every time - excitement mingled with a little twinge of parting with something. I have to admit, I do feel anxious - what if I've changed enough to not blend in effortlessly? What if I've changed enough to not feel home at all?
Phew. I do need to party tonight; keep these thoughts at bay. And think of all them smiles that will come my way, real soon.
