Rite of Passage

I'm flying home in a few hours time.

And touching ground on 15th Dec, 1855 hours.

I know... Finally. my flight has been postponed three times and it's postponed no more.

This week has been such a mental week... there's no way I could articulate my exhaustion. So as I take off on another one of those rite of passages, yet another chapter closes and another one opens. And the uprooting process shall begin again...

I am looking forward to a sunny christmas....
With my heart left behind.