Oh well Life has been shit, shit and more shit. Just got back, was in the UK visiting the family of course the trip got to me in every single and possible way. Mother just uses every single opportunity to get to me I managed to dodge most of her bullets notice most which means that some managed to get to me and settle right there in my heart right next to the old rusty wounds that healed while still infected and produces puss every once and a while. Nice picture huh.
Anyway I just missed London, the foggy streets, the smoky and crowded pubs, the rusty and broken accents of people just sitting on the bar and cracking time with their non stop completely useless conversation while eating crackers and bothering the freaking life out of the poor barman who just nodes whenever he can.
What I missed most is the beach, the sound of the small rocks on the beach while walking and sitting on the empty benches and watch the sea and the waves come and go. I remember the same sitting which I had before taking my decision to come back to Egypt. This place always is the first witness on the major decisions in my life.
It was a good change though away from my daily routine. I figured I would go during Ramadan but somehow my vacation balance and manager got me to take it a week earlier.
However upon returning to my empty apartment I felt a warm feeling in my heart. I am home, this apartment had been home for some time now. The feeling I could sit there and not talk or do anything or even play statue would not bother anyone. I do not have to be nice and social even polite. I can even play statue if I want like we used to do when we were kids.
I can be my old rough disgusting self.
This is what I missed about it, is that what home should be like?
Beats me
Anyway I just missed London, the foggy streets, the smoky and crowded pubs, the rusty and broken accents of people just sitting on the bar and cracking time with their non stop completely useless conversation while eating crackers and bothering the freaking life out of the poor barman who just nodes whenever he can.
What I missed most is the beach, the sound of the small rocks on the beach while walking and sitting on the empty benches and watch the sea and the waves come and go. I remember the same sitting which I had before taking my decision to come back to Egypt. This place always is the first witness on the major decisions in my life.
It was a good change though away from my daily routine. I figured I would go during Ramadan but somehow my vacation balance and manager got me to take it a week earlier.
However upon returning to my empty apartment I felt a warm feeling in my heart. I am home, this apartment had been home for some time now. The feeling I could sit there and not talk or do anything or even play statue would not bother anyone. I do not have to be nice and social even polite. I can even play statue if I want like we used to do when we were kids.
I can be my old rough disgusting self.
This is what I missed about it, is that what home should be like?
Beats me
