It was one of those days in the year... my apartment was a mess... I was in the midst of packing... had to catch a flight home that evening.
At lunchtime I left the flat in order to find the missing presents. I both love and hate this process. Hate it for the responsibility to make that choice for others. Love it for the emotions it creates in case you get it right.
Having returned, I continued packing. As anticipated the bottling device did not quite fit, but after a while of begging my Xmass wish was accommodated and everything was finally in the suitcase.
On the way to the airport, my mind finally apprehended the fact of the journey, and only after passing the customs at the connecting airport did my conscious at last accepted that I was actually on my way home. But where is home... the question is a continues debate... and everyone has his or her explanation... there are also those who are still searching for the answer.
In the airports, I paid a visit to the shops to pick up couple more gifts, just in case by accident I forgot to count someone. Finally having seated myself in front on the boarding gate, I saw many familiar looks, the ones that only my country women and men own. It made me smile... tried to hide it... did not want to offend anyone by staring and smiling at them.
At this time the thought of who was meeting me in Tbilisi once again surfaced. It is one of the overwhelming emotions to see the faces of loved ones in the airport awaiting your arrival, however with our flight schedules during the night, one can’t expect this from them... should consider taking a taxi home next time...
As the last customs officer of this journey greeted me, I was immensely glad to have been addressed in my mother tongue... after having waited in the chaos to pick up my luggage... Georgians will never learn to stand in the line, we might not even need to... said farewell to the acquaintances’ travelling with me and headed for the exit.
This is usually the point when my hart starts to beat faster. These couple of seconds of anticipation are filled with tons of strange thoughts... who will be there... who remembered... how big have my cousin become... what has changed... As the automatic door opened in front of me... hundreds of eyes looked my way... I glanced at the crowed and saw the two pair of familiar eyes look at me. It was in that look I realized I was home.
