On being home…

First weekend back home, after almost two months on the road… It’s really amazing how the human mind instantly recognizes the familiar landscapes of home… Almost nothing has changed – the trees and the houses and the mad traffic looks exactly the same, and yet it’s the subtle metamorphosis that catches the eye… The garden looks lush and inviting, scent of jasmine and frangipani lacing the air with warmness… the cats, bigger and whinier… the furniture moved ever so slightly… the kitchen with the fridge things not quite the same…

As we drive out to dinner tonight, my heart swells with joy… I’m home! I’m home! No more madness, idiots or never ending days… Back in my own bed, on my sofa watching endless reruns on Astro, doing laundry and taking Stella out for walks… True, even being home has its drawbacks, like bills and work and chores, but there is truly nothing like it… I finally understand the meaning of “green grass of home”…

Tomorrow its back to work, and reality finally, finally hits me on the head – Jasmine


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