Stepping off that plane, returning home after two years.
I expected things to be different. For things to have changed.
Because... I had.
But as I came home, all I could see was the wet weather being wetter, the clouds being denser.
And my family living life... almost lesser.
I arrived home to my parents and we were in tears as we met.
"Welcome home!" My mum cried into my shoulder, "I hope nothing's changed too much for you."
"No," I uttered, feeling a deep hole in my heart. I looked at my childhood house and town, "But I have..."
Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
This is so true for so many people, particularly young people. I have known many students and friends who have come to the UK from, in particular but not exclusively, Eastern Europe and they are changed irreversibly and cannot contemplate returning ‘home’. A very thoughtful and thought-provoking drabble Aishling. Autobiographical?
Aishling over 4 years ago
No, just thought it was an interesting narrative.
Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Yep it was!
Aishling over 4 years ago
thanks! Glad you liked it.