Feet Under Water

Enough said.

It was a bumpy, long, ride home. I was more than restless when the plane touched down in Kuala Lumpur International Airport. So much to do, so much to do... While waiting for bags, my mind was shifting from people's faces and the list of tasks I knew I needed to do right away. Let's see... ...1. Check emails ...2. Hug mum ...3. Nail the interview.. ...4. find a way to not live at home.... yeah right? 'Chill,' I told myself. Chill . More sternly. God. It will be alright. You are an adult. You are 27 year old woman. Just Chill, girl! The Airport didn't feel at all welcoming. It felt very, very foreign. Like I was foreign. Perhaps it was  I that had changed. I couldn't see Dad after I was done at the immigration point. I wondered if again, they had forgotten me. It was not uncommon being among a big family unit. Surely enough, after twenty minutes perusing the shops for last minute chocolate gifts for the kids I hear my name called. It wa...