Monday, February 25, 2008

Meh.

I'm back in Avondale, and in addition to having a mild headache from sleep deprivation (those seats in the planes are not sleep-friendly at all), I'm feeling heaps a tad bit homesick.

Is it a feeling that one will ever completely get used to?

Unpacking doesn't make it any easier either. I take out a striped shirt, and then I think of my father who bought it for me on my birthday. I stack my clothes into organized piles, and I think of my aunt who folded them. I arrange bottles of food supplements in the cupboard, and I think of my mom who purchased them. I unwrap my slippers, and I think of my sister who helped put them in a plastic bag for me.

And occasionally I find one or two fine, short strands of whitish fur on my dark shirts, and I realize that they came from my Siamese cat, which I love dearly, even though the feeling is not mutual. (We're talking about cats here.)

What puzzles me is that no matter how many times I've left home for a period of time, leaving again is never easy. There will always be the holding back of tears, that pang of regret in the heart. Shouldn't I be used to it by now?

I guess, to answer my own question, homesickness will always be there. Time may lessen it, but will never ever take it away.

Needless to say, I will be fine.

?dael had a question at 10:57 AM