I had to say goodbye again yesterday.
The airport makes me cry now just walking through the auto doors.
"Its the too big world vaulting me and its goodbye." Jackyboy had it right there.
The too big world vaults me all the time.
Why is home always so far away?
Even when I run to it, a piece is always left behind.
A piece is always beyond my grasp
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The airport makes me want to cry too, but probably for different reasons. I feel my blood pressure rise, walking through the auto doors.
I remember those tears, used to get them all the time when I was involved with exchange students. They suck.
Hey dood.
As someone who has a) lived in many places and b) has loved in even more than those places, I guess I go someway to understanding. Sometime ago I realised that I actually don't have a 'home'. There are bits of me scattered around everywhere and even when I'm 60 that will still be the case. The closest would be Lonnie, but not even my parents are there anymore. It's a weird unsettling feeling to not actually belong anywhere (I guess it's a quite fundamental need in humans) and it sucks to not be near people that you love and need - but I've come to a sort of peace about it - hell I have accomodation in any number of cities ;) At least this way I can't fight with said nearest and dearest - absence does fab things to a relationship!! heh
Um... hear hear?
I kinda get the not having a single place - or hemisphere - where all of your friends and family have the decency to be at once. It is, alas, one of the few major drawbacks to going and living somewhere else... which doesn't make it easier at all.
Miss you guys.
I guess, I'm lucky in that most of my friends and family live in Sydney except for the ones that hate me and move to other countries and who likes them anyway, hateful seppos and seppo wanna be's, sorry, where was i?
ah yes, saying goodbye is a sucky thing. However, due to maji of internet and phones and everything else, it's not as bad as could be.
would be nice for you to have a definite 'home' though.
Hey mate - sure wish I didn't get what you're talking about. That's the one problem with spending years living in a different place (culture, etc.) -> nowhere ever really feels completely like home again :-) But just think of all the fabo advantages ... cause there are tons of those too!!!
Clearly I'm completely bonkers because (whilst i loathe the airport and it's a necessity of work - the pits of my job in fact) i don't cry on the way out - but on the way back in. I now refuse to watch the cute AQIS doggy video because i end up in tears (oh yes i'll cry about anything). The 'i just wanna be home NOW' kick when you know the descent is going to take at least 45 min and then there's all the rigmarole about getting through Customs, picking up bags and wandering out into an empty space where you wish like hell you'd insisted that your family come and pick you up instead of wandering pathetically over to the taxi rank...
Flying in over Sydney in the morning at sunrise will do me in any day. Sydney chick - who moi?
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