I started today really early, having slept early the previous night. When I woke, I went along with my daily routine: shower, internet, breakfast, and a little television.
The day just flowed like any other day, nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. It didn’t feel as if I was flying off for Australia tomorrow. It didn’t feel as if I might soon be gone for close to a year.
Looking at my family going about their own lives as if my going away wasn’t that big a deal worried me. Do they not feel the anxiety I am feeling? Do they not realise that there may not be a “next time” I’m seeing them?
Today simply played out like any other day. But it shouldn’t have.
Today shouldn’t be normal.
