The Return

I haven't done this in awhile. I got serious. Or maybe I saw the futility of it all.

It has been gradual this Return. I did not for one moment felt that I was home the minute my feet touched this birth soil. In fact I felt angry. It was one of the worst types of anger as it wasn't directed at anyone or couldn't be. Repressed.

It wasn't until one morning, a really unspecial morning to speak of that some of the anger ebbed away. Not all mind you. Some but enough to make me feel whole again.

It is easier to tell you what is right about this set-up than what is wrong. There is just too many of the latter.

I am suppose to be thankful for being at home but that's just it, I miss my real home so much already. I had it simple. No grandeur nothing, the tube ride was a delight to complain about. Now I am suppose to just accept this? For the rest of my life seems like a death sentence. I need to believe there is a way out if need be. Living without a safety net is no longer my cup of tea.

Happy New Year I guess.