Who Cares..

So I was goin home for the festival.. Luggage set, locked up all the things I was leavin behind (havent yet achieved any level of trust with my land lady), checked if I had the ticket, that I was carryin enough money, food, water.. Felt relief, for I was on a vacaion, a short one, but a vacation nonetheless.. Come dinner time, the relief disappeared.. Odd, I know.. For at the dinner time, people all around me were opening packets, boxes, tupper ware.. Cooked food.. Not the restaurant stuff like mine.. It wasnt the content that mattered, what really did matter was the fact that there was someone back home, who cared enough to cook and pack them meals.. Alright, I could be a tad optimistic here (for my benefit) and point out that they all were leaving those people (who cared) behind and goin somewhere new, while I was goin home.. But the thought never came up during those agonising moments.. Amazing how small things make you miss home..