I fly off to India tomorrow morning and will be there for a week; my office is closed for most of next week so makes sense to make a small dash home. Visiting home or native place for first time is sure to be exciting but am I really excited?
I am excited because
*C’mon visiting own people is fun and after all nothing in world can beat your own room, own bed (maybe a blonde accompanying on bed can beat)
*First visit so all will be curious to hear me and my tales about the city I have been living in for now. My good and not so good experiences should be listened to with some interest
*Have already been planning this visit for sometime and am glad that ticket booking dates and holidays have fit in perfectly; I had blocked tickets a month back taking a gamble on holiday dates and was overjoyed when dates coincided
*Have bought gifts and all for everyone so this shows I care. Now I am not a big buyer but then first visit home, that too from a foreign locale, does call for mementos and gifts. Not carrying any gifts would have been grossly wrong
I am not excited because
*Going back to the drudgery that I left and I despise so much, who in his senses would like to recall all of that?
*Have grown apart from my folks but anyways its only a short visit
*Always believed better to maintain distance than become too close and develop ill-will
*My past and uneasy relations still haunt me here, so where the fuck does any excitement come in here?
*My Eden is here where I intend to build my future so should be more excited by my stay here than visiting home