Sitting on the Tarmac

Gliding down over the city, I realized with a sinking feeling that I did not recognize these streets and landmarks as home anymore. Even knowing the layout, being able to find my house from thousands of miles in the air, I still did not feel home. Truly, homecoming would have been three weeks ago and in a place thousands of miles to the east (or west, depending on how you want to travel). It is that intake of air the first moment that you glimpse some part of the city or landscape that you recognize from the air; the feeling of being complete somehow - more yourself, more alive, back in the arms of a bosom friend. And all of that is missing in this place. There is something depressing about being around the familiar and feeling like a stranger.