I have been away from my home town since last 12 years. And almost every year I used to visit my home town and I lived there for 3 years when I had my babies and some financial issues.
This is the longest period that I didn’t go back home. Yes I call my home town my home even when I am well settled in Canada. That’s where I have my mom,my sisters and my memories.
Today sitting at the airport I have mixed feelings. I planned this trip 90 days back and each day I was trying to make myself believe that yes indeeded I am going home. Until I checked in the airport I didn’t believe that I am going. Now slowly it’s seeping in that yes I am going back home.
Everyday I used to check number of days left for my vacation. I have not taken a vacation since last 4 years.
Have gone through anxiety,happiness,depression and gratitude in the last few days.
Waiting for the moment I step out of the airport and hug my mom and my sister…and my nephew and my b-law.