I bet’ya that I was given the best Christmas present this year. Hands down.
I will be flying home. Today. By myself.
A while ago I wrote about how I wish I could go home and see my parents. Many of you commented that I should just take the trip… Before it’s too late. I want to thank you all for bringing me to my senses. Really. I asked myself: What’s stopping me? All the “I can’ts” are just excuses. Excuses. Excuses.
After the plane rides and time spent waiting at the airports, I will only have two full days over there. But I am content. Because I will be home. BY MYSELF. I don’t have to translate for anybody and feel being pulled on by both sides. Feeling guilty towards all involved. Feeling schizophrenic.
My mother, who is almost 80 and still behaves like a school girl sometimes (Seriously. At one point, one should just admit to the fact that anti-aging cosmetic creams are just not going to do anything for you any more, no matter how expensive… But, yes, of course I have 3 jars in my luggage that I am bringing home for my mother) told me over the phone,
“Just don’t sleep when you are here. Sleep on the plane!”
I wish she could speak English because I wanted her to say, “Sleep is overrated anyway.”
“I will not even bother with my jet lag. We will hit the night market as soon as I land. And I can sleep during the day.” I replied.
She fully approved of my plan.
The trouble is: I haven’t even left yet and I am already dreading saying goodbye to my folks. I know already that on the day when I come back, I will be a crying mess, because my dad will cry for sure, he’s such a softie, and when he cries, I cry too. Once we get it going, there is no stopping us. Very annoying… On account of that, I am having an early start on my own already…
Seriously. Me. WTF.
* Miles calculated according to United Airline’s mileage display. 14 hours + 4 hours.