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Am I happy to be back home?

Clearly, there’s some flaw to that question. 

I don’t have quite the right answer, I’m afraid. 

I don’t know. 

It doesn’t feel like happiness. 

It rather feels like a calm sense of comfort in knowing I am surrounded by familiarity. 

That’s all. 

In any way, what do I have to come back to?

I’ve left half my family at the other end of the world. 

I’ve only a handful of close friends, who have lives and ordeals of their own. 

I’ve nothing fixed or permanent in terms of a job. 

So, what do I have to come back to? 

Does that answer your question, of my happiness in returning home?