After 2 weeks of frenzied activity, driving around London and a couple of other cities in the UK with parents, having someone at home waiting for me at lunch and after work the good times have come to an end. It was fun living with parents and obviously enjoying amazing food added to the pleasure. I almost felt like those childhood days when you just had to go to school and the rest was taken care of. Sigh.

The morning began with silence today as they were slotted to depart. Mom, as usual was a bit emotional and dad was in his usual self-controlled expression for quite some time. I dropped them off at Heathrow, during which they told me not to get worried countless times. And I was like…worried about what? I knew saying the final goodbyes would be the most awkward moment where despite all control there is a chance of something happening. I successfully managed to prevent that developing drop of tear from coming out of my eye but obviously you don’t need to show them to your parents. Nothing had to be said. One final hug and off they went.

I stood there for good 15 minutes trying to gather myself and decided to go home instead of going to a relative’s place which I decided earlier. Getting out of the parking area I forgot my debit card while paying for the stay because clearly I wasn’t thinking about what’s happening around me. I got home and now everything looks empty.

At the moment, life sucks.