Homecoming

The last week has rushed by much faster than I'd have liked. Anyone whose heart is stretched across lives and cities will often wish for the power to speed up and slow down time.

It's been well over a year, but goodbyes are just as hard as they were before. My way of dealing is to ignore them till the last minute. The dam bursts when the physical reality of it comes crashing down.

It's hard to leave home behind. The most curious thing is that whenever I return, it takes me a really long time to start thinking of it as my home again. It's just when I have to leave that I want to turn back the clock and relive everything again.

I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. The incessant rain, which has basically been the nearby cyclone casting feelers, made it impossible to venture out. A part of me wonders whether the predicted deluge could lead to my flight back getting cancelled. I know my mum will be upset that I'll go away again, and not mention it even once. I'm sure that dad will once again go over a bunch of things that he thinks I'll forget at the last minute, his way of being helpful. Bro will probably actually stop his video game for a whole minute to say goodbye, and maybe give me a hug too. Right now, though, as the seconds itch towards tomorrow, I wish that time would stop for a bit, and give me at least one more night at home.