Here Comes Goodbye

In the last 56 days, I have been impeached more than a few times of being sluggish, dormant, an insomniac one day and a narcoleptic the other. Sigh. However, here I am, up and fresh in the early hours on my last day at home.

Things haven’t changed much since I got here. June already and I still savor the cold rainy days and warm baths. Dad continues to watch WWE every night, although without my company these days. No more violence for me. Peace.

Just two nights back, mom again freaked out when it thundered all night. She just wouldn’t get used to it.

Oh and my little parrot, he has only gotten cuter. He now responds with a woof every time I call him by his name. He has done my parents a favor by not chewing the wires anymore, and has instead shifted his energy on punching holes in my T shirts. Additionally, he has learnt to make chicken noises, eat chocolates, run away from cockroaches and wake me up from sleep. How I wish I could slip him inside my pocket and sneak him into the flight with me.

Anyway, I am trying to list down adjectives to summarise this much needed vacation, but in vain. Even though I did not travel to some place exotic or wild, I did have fun. I had fun singing along songs with one of my best friends in Hard Rock Café and eating bagel on a Sunday afternoon with another. I was happy sitting on the porch swing when it rained, and happier listening to mom and dad share their many anecdotes. I did crib (who doesn’t?), but I was more than content reading a book cuddled under the blanket; content, during the many road trips.

I could go on, but I presume I won’t be putting across my feelings right if I do so. Thus, I think I rather go and collect more memories while I can in the 24 hours that I have here.

(Anything other than picking up my stuff from amidst all the meant-to-be-there things in the house should do me some good. Packing depresses me like nothing else does. Hence, I save it for the extreme end. )

Well like always, I’ll bank the utter sadness for the flight and the lump in my throat while saying goodbye, will go unnoticed. Mom will be teary-eyed and Dad will continue to smile.

Except this time, I’ll definitely miss home a little more than I usually do.