Going home

Aargh...i hate the anticipation..
Sigh...home... sometimes I just can't wait to leave...and sometimes, I just can't wait to go back..

The long long long wait when you're JUST about to reach home....is so agonizing. The last 15 minutes seems to go on forever. On the bus or on the train, time suddenly decides it needs to slow down. Time, I have realized, is the most inconvenient of enemies. It never moves fast enough when you want it to. And it definitely never moves slow enough during exams.

Oh well...
Sometimes I just feel like running the remaining distance as it gives me something else to think about...like..how I regret attempting to run the remaining distance. When I take the train back, there is this escalator which is 3 storeys tall- which makes you feel that you'll never get to the top. At the rate that it moves, I can almost feel like I'm moving backwards.

After the customary 'I'm home!' phone call - which come to think of it, is a pointless act of trying to surprise my family when they already know what time to expect me..and heralds the inconvenient task of acting surprised on their part, there is the periodic watch-checking session. After some time, one can't stop but wonder why in the world do we have 12 digits for every cycle..Wouldn't time move faster if there were, say, 4 digits? So, it'll be 1.00, 1.05, 1.10, 1.15..and before you know it, it's 2.00 already! =p

And when you're finally in the bus/ train station, there is a scramble where everyone looks around for familiar faces.

And then there is that smile..=)

I'm going back home this thursday! After a month of community work at Malaysia's Assoc. for the Blind...I'll be going home to good food, and great company..which makes the journey home very worthwhile..=p