getting over it

it was worse than i expected. I got lost twice going there, once coming home. (fleeing?) I watched the widow (5th wife) sob, realising she's now all alone in Australia other than her son (they're from China). Nobody realised it was my other uncles birthday. I got a flat battery because I had had my headlights on when I was driving in the funeral procession with my uncles oldest daughter in the car. I could go on, but everything else seems mundane on the list I could say. I'm sure you get the point anyway. Tuesday (the day of the funeral) was the first day I called Ballarat home. I think it's because I realised the fragility of having a place to belong, the fragility of being somewhere. There's a girl I work with who's from India. She got married two years ago there, and now goes to school here and works, and is a good wife. She misses her family. I couldn't even imagine how much. I don't think my birthday is going to be brilliant this year, simply because i've gone into over-perception mode, but that won't stop me from enjoying it as a generally good day. As mike said, it shouldn't.