Dear curious reader,
Getting off that plane 4 months ago, I knew I somehow had left a part of myself behind. Tucked in that house on a hill. To check-in again when we return, like an umeshu jar and your heart has just been left there to ferment, soaking up the surroundings. Uncertain when you’re ready again, just that you are definitely different from the person you were when you left. Is that a little too on the nose? Am I sounding too lovesick? This is the longest we’ve been apart since purchasing a year ago. So forgive me that I am perhaps romanticising our return a bit too much.
But okay, enough. Snapping out of it. Because now, the countdown begins. The excitement is picking up. We are to return in a week’s time.
There’s still a part of me that’s nervous about going home. The house has seen some crazy weather, and a fellow resident of dreams sought solace during the typhoon. The ever-protector of peace. Throughout this time of separation, what would have changed? In an unsurprising turn of events, probably nothing at all. And there’s also this thing about how we’ve done this for a year now. So despite the distance, you sort of move like it’s muscle memory. A reflex.
Our kid is heading to school there, and because of that we will be residing for the full three months. We have a lot of people coming. Revising or new acquaintances, it’s going to be another adventure. I hope it gives me a bit more time to document whatever happens during this chapter. If you’ll allow me to do so as well.
Ash
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