I'm going home

As I sit here in a generic airport seat, overlooking the sunbleached tarmac of Doha International, as planes come and go into the hazy blue sky and shimmering heat, I don’t think things have really sunk in yet. Nothing quite seems real, like I’m stuck in a dreamland. And to tell you the truth, at times I don’t even know how or what I’m feeling, or if I’m even feeling anything at all. I thought I’d be a barrel of emotions, bubbling over, but I feel like I’m in a trance, daydreaming and sleepwalking to Heathrow.

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Submited at Sunday, September 25th, 2011 at 6:00 pm on Middle East by john
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