The "I'm @ Home" Chapter

To make sense of this list, you might have to read the previous posts

• Taking a red-eye flight HOME to mom and dad.
• Getting off the flight and straight to breakfast at a relative's house, followed by visits to multiple relatives
• Watching dad get lost while driving in Abu Dhabi and forcing Mom to ask for directions of every Tom-Dick and Harry, even those who my Mum said didn't LOOK like they would know the directions.
• Eating fried chicken and chips on the highway to Dubai.
• Coaxing my Mom and Dad that I do not need to buy more stuff at the moment
• Eating chicken biriyani at home
• Lying in my bed relaxing, dozing and reading my St Clare's collection all over again for the gazillionth time
• Joining my Dad on his Googling exploits.
• Eating lunch and then grabbing another bite from Mom's lunch when she gets home from work.
• Speaking in code with Mom to avoid conversations being overheard and understood by strangers
• Making a quick dekko to Fujairah and eating heaps of yum stuff at Monchayan's. Catching a quick conversation with Daisymamma, sitting on the patient's bed in her clinic and happily accepting Threptin biscuits (I love them).
• Roaming around Pakistaani bazaar with Dad looking for scarves
• Enjoying Beena's auntie's yummy kappa and fish curry and Becky's awesome chicken that they so kindly brought over
• Mom ensuring that I ate everything I loved on my last day, which meant shawarma for an evening snack and kebabs and ribs for dinner
• Popping in to my neighbours' late at night to say hello and goodbye.
• Taking a nap before packing
• Telling my mom not to make anything but knowing fully well that despite my protests, she was going to make chocolate fudge and cutlets.
• Eating some chocolate fudge pudding before going to bed at 2am and doing the crossword with Mom for a few minutes before we both nodded off.
• Eating cutlets for breakfast and setting out for the airport, with my Dad and Mom praying for me and entrusting me to the Lord's hands.

I got on to that flight
asking myself why I was going back to London...

knowing that life has moved on and yet wanting to reclaim parts of it

After writing all of this, I suddenly realized that I am not content with word pictures alone. If you have any pictures of my trip, send them please.