Home & Away

16 days (away) and I didn't recognise my room in South Parade.

I find it amusing actually. How I could forget the landscape of this tiny little shoebox that I've been inhabiting since July. How I responded when I entered the room. As if seeing it for the first time. Me thinking, "hmm, this isn't so bad". As opposed to "oh no, not again".

Amazing what a 2-week break (home) can do.

It was a good form of absence too (I believe) as far as work is concerned. I probably have more colleagues chat me up today than I ever do in a week. "So how's your holiday?" "Did you have a good time?" "Aww, Malaysia must be lovely". "Bet you didn't want to come back to this horrible weather."

"Too short". "Obviously". "Without a doubt". "More than you think".

I saw an aeroplane flew above me as I was walking back from work. At least 36 hours has passed since I left (home).

I'm away, but I left my heart there.