Home?

When I got into the taxi heading towards the airport, Home by Michael Buble was playing on the radio. It was the most appropriate song for the occasion but most inappropriate to describe my feelings at that moment. I turned to SL and said “No. I DON’T wanna go home!” And that was not the first time I utter those words when leaving Europe. And that was not the first sympathetic yet don't-quite-get-it smile I get in return. Guess they'll never get it.