Falling

Dearest confidant, sweetest friend,

I’m sitting in Cairo International Airport, unsure of what I want to say to you. There is no one consistent thread, message or topic on my mind. I am, instead, a jumble of feeling, a tangle of emotion that perhaps can only be made sense of once I have arrived home and the bags are unpacked. Once the final load of laundry has been put on and I am having a cup of tea in my favourite mug, the familiar scents of my home surrounding me once more.

That’s the thing about travelling; it throws all the pieces of yourself up into the air and you have to wait for them to land around you. See what shape they will form. See if this most recent journey has changed you. Shifted something. Made new pieces. Or if it will be one of those trips that bring memories and nothing more.