Home is emotionally overwhelming for me.
It's like all the extra tears I have been saving for a rainy day, brim over once I am in my country. I can't help it. I have no control.
I feel bad for the random humans who feel uncomfortable in its vicinity, in this instance, an English tourist on the Peninsula bus.
Boo Hoo. What a sook!
But once I have that first bit out of the way, I usually have some control over the rest of it.
It also happens to be raining.
It's like all the extra tears I have been saving for a rainy day, brim over once I am in my country. I can't help it. I have no control.
I feel bad for the random humans who feel uncomfortable in its vicinity, in this instance, an English tourist on the Peninsula bus.
Boo Hoo. What a sook!
But once I have that first bit out of the way, I usually have some control over the rest of it.
It also happens to be raining.