homecoming
I sometimes have fantasies about the captain announcing over the loudspeaker that the plane is about to crash, haha, just kidding. I think it would be hilarious, until it was true.
Back in Kuala Lumpur. One of the wheels on my 27.5kg suitcase broke somewhere between the Oxford train station and the Oxford coach station, which made me happy in the way that being kicked in the face makes me happy, i.e. not. But this afternoon I found myself sprawled in shorts and singlet by the poolside, palm fronds casting ribbed shadows across my face, and the water folding itself into braids by my feet. And mornings here are nearly always like the best of summer in England, when I lift the corner of my curtain coyly upwards, and savour the glimpse of sun-soaked blue.
Also, being at home means that for a few glorious weeks, someone else does the laundry. Life doesn't get much better :)