I've got to be sick- what else can explain waking up at 7 AM on a Saturday morning? So after making my daily cuppa I decided to call home. Boy, my parents would be amazed too, I'm calling way earlier than my usual time. Well, I guess they would've never expected me to, they don't seem to be home. Everytime i try to call my parents and don't find them, i feel this displaced sense of being wronged. Like "where did they go? when I was trying to call? when I wanted to talk to them??". As if they have no life and are sitting by the phone waiting for my call....:-)
A cousin once mentioned to me, that after spending 5 years abroad, I should've gotten over home-sickness. But do we ever? If anything, it's gotten worse. And i don't mean i sulk and brood all the time, I don't. I quite enjoy most things this country has to offer..and my life, friends, and my independence here. But the home-sickness is a subtle under-current. That flares up on all kinds of extreme ocassions..and then leaves me feeling a tad blue. Usually I don't dwell on it, just snap out of it and move on. I guess that is something the five years away has taught me. But the feeling never does go away completely.
Like right now. So i'm going to call my parents again , and they better be around at home, nahi to they'll have to do some explaining...hmph.