It’s that time of the year when exams are over. It’s the time for a break. Everyone is packing to go home, meet their families and loved ones. The excitement is killed by the time consuming task of packing.
Packing;
for most of us, is the most daunting task of all. The relief of exam stress
disappears when you realise you have to fit all of your belongings in a bag. It
is not easy to pack your whole life in a suitcase although that is exactly what
we are expected to do. In the end, we are forced to get rid of some of the
things we like to hold onto, in order to make room for “more important” belongings.
Worst of all, for people having to fly across countries, they are forced to
limit their luggage to a certain weight restriction. The entire house is a
mess, and you are left to make dozens of decisions at the same time. Despite all
this, we manage to get the packing done, and before we know it, it’s time to
leave.
Students
start leaving the campus, and day by day the student village seems to die. The
university hallways and libraries, and the student union have never been emptier.
The party town is quiet, while the music plays; there is no one on the dance
floor. There is no more night-life anymore.
This
silence and emptiness surrounds the student village on every holiday. Biggest holidays
seasons like Christmas and Easter are just about the same though this time it’s
different. Summer holidays mean people are leaving for good. This time no one
is coming back. Not too soon anyway.
The
train stations and airports are packed with people, luggage, and friends
wishing them goodbye. The air fares go up like there is no tomorrow. The early
bird gets the bait while the people who wait for the very last minute are left
with no other option but to spend on ridiculously large fares. Some oversleep
miss their flights or trains, while others get into some sort of trouble at the
security at the airports.
They
finally get into the train or flight, yet panic and stress isn’t over. All
attempts to get some sleep is ruined when the baby on board cries non-stop, or you
are squeezed in between two very big people because of the crammed train or
flight.
After
5 hours or more, its eventually time that they arrive at their destination. Surprisingly,
all the worries, the stress and panic is relieved. Coming home, seeing family
and loved ones. Best of all, home cooked food. No matter how bad or good things
are home, it’ll always good to be home, because home is where the heart is.
