taking a break from my last minute packing to enjoy the spectacular sunrise, the last one i'll see in chicago for at least 3 months. we live in a beautiful world, a fact which i find so easy to appreciate just looking out my window.
two years. time passes quickly when we forget how much we should cherish each individual moment. the morning sun casts long silhouettes which makes everything seem just that much larger than life. 6 hours to the flight, 3 hours before i get to the airport. it's not the same counting down feeling i get when i leave home for here. it's this weird place between awkward and comfortable, as if i should feel glad to go home but am a little confused about where home is exactly.
i need something to hold on to i suppose. something concrete that can define what i am supposed to feel. familiarity becomes a cheap word when things become familiar so fast. it will be challenging to return to a mode of life i had elected to forget in a conscious bid to stay afloat. such scattered thoughts arise out of a sleep-deprived state. home home home. with jetplanes, that word is so amorphous when we need to not to be.
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