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.
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?