"Coming Home"

So I get that feeling again. Slow suffocation. I guess its part of the "coming home" experience. I miss the times when I can go out without having to tell someone about it or have someone worry about me. I miss having quiet time without someone banging on my room door, interrupting thoughts or a shower. I hate it when my dad stays up for me because I want him to go to bed and not worry about me. I have been away for so long and still have survived, so I think I'll be okay.

My aversion towards the TV didn't change though. Ever since I left for the US, I never watched much TV there and it is the same way over here now. I have absolutely no interest in turning on the TV or lying on the couch. I would rather hang out in front of my computer, read a book in bed or take a walk in the garden.

When I arrived, both my bags did not come with me. It was interesting to have to live on what I left behind which wasn't much. However, one of my bags arrived today and although it was the smaller of the two, I am grateful indeed. I finally had some presents to give to my family in the form of food items and some trinkets. I am waiting for the other one to come.