It's been ten years. Eight, technically, since I was last here. But ten to me - 2006.
It even tastes familiar. The table, the chairs, the sunshine and breezes.
It's all... disorienting, a little. There's a part of me that wants to go back to Thetford and see it. Just like you want to see what your limb looks like when you take the cast off. I don't think it's a good idea, but part of me wants to see it. What's to see? The place has no good memories, none. That was a place of survival, not enjoyment. Besides which, I don't know if there's a lot of time to go visiting
I'm glad to be here, all the same. It brings up a lot of memories every time I come here - I've been here once in the last ten years.
I'm stuck here, though. All of my cousins are out having a great time, I'm... not. Having flown in today, I was severely jet-lagged and missed the fun. Such is life. So I'm taking some time out, sleeping, eating, de-planing as it were.
