I'm going home. Even if it is just for 5 days, I'm going home. I am flying today, and I am a bit excited. I always am. I know that it is different now than it was in the last few decades. But somehow, I am lucky enough to call two places home. My good feelings belong to two places, for a while, and it is not that strange.
It is just the familiarity, the memories flooding back, the 'I don't know what' that will come to me when I am once again, when I am back where I lived soooo many years ago, where I grow up. I will make some pictures, but they will do no justice. It is all in my mind.
I said it once, the feeling that I am at home, my childhood, is not tied to a place in space, but rather to a place in time. Everything changes, and there are only hidden signs that me and my friends played and lived around once upon a time. When we went to the school, when we spent hours in an internet cafe that is not there anymore (a betting agency and a corner shop are open there now.
So, for a week or less, I may not have time to post, to write. But I'll be back to my normal life, anyway. After that. I will laugh, I will stop for a moment, thinking about the past, and then life will go on.
Everything changed. But a part of me stayed the same. That child is still here, although is hiding under a lot of layers of 'being adult' stuff.
See you sooner (or later)
George
