I’ve been away for two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty-six hours. Three hundred and thirty-five hours, xx minutes and xx seconds. I’m sorry but admitting I know exactly how long I’ve been away, down to the last second, would be pathetic. Oops, too late.
I missed the snow. The same snow I cursed as I slid on it many times, in my attempts to leave my house. The same snow that disrupted public transport and parcel deliveries for weeks. The same snow that attempted to ruin my sister full stop’s wedding to my in-law times two.
I missed my Uggs.
I missed my million and one pairs of tights.
I missed my winter coats…especially the black one that’s torn in so many places, the fabric could pass for mesh.
I missed the many cups of Earl Grey tea I drink every day. And Carnation evaporated milk.
I missed microwave Indomie noodles. Cooking it on a hob just isn’t the same.
I missed my colleague Bob, the only person in my office capable of stressing me out.
I missed the sickening smell of sardine that has been lingering in my flat since my friend Akuezue Amuche came to visit.
I missed my blackberry messenger and all my cyber friends I chat with but never call. Whatever, you don’t call me either.
I missed my neighbour banging on my wall everytime I open my mouth to speak.
I missed the door of my flat that doesn’t shut until it feels the full weight of my body pressing against it.
I missed my dirty red fabric sofa cover I’ve been meaning to wash for months and still haven’t.
I missed the dust that likes to visit my flat. It visits everyday without fail and I chase it away…once in a blue moon.
I missed my guitar. The guitar that leans against my keyboard, the two gracefully playing host to the dust I scarce chase away.
I missed my shower that likes to release bursts of ice cold water in the middle of a hot shower.
I missed Stylist and Daily Mail online.
I missed Spotify.
I missed blogging, I really did. It just wasn’t possible out there with the snail pace internet access I was cursed with. After I spent 15mins trying to upload a post, I gave up.
I missed my life, life as I know it. It’s not perfect but hey, what is?!