I rushed to my flat after my day shift today. It was a very busy day. But what the heck, I felt like nobody could ever ruin my last day at work. This was the only shift when I felt like patients can be demanding as long as they want, doctors can write the longest orders as they wish. Whatever they do, nothing could stop me from taking my flight tomorrow morning!
I started packing my things in my suitcase. It was an odd feeling. I only packed a few shirts, and a few of my personal stuff. The rest of the bag has the things I bought for my family and friends.
How come I am packing only a few of my stuff? Isn’t home a place where I should be staying longer? Staying at home has seemed to become a temporary situation. I guess, that has been the case for quite some time now in my life. For the last 10 years, I had many homes.
But I guess, no matter how I look at it, home is still the place where you find your refuge. And that is where I am going.