Familiarity in a Foreign Land

Note : i am living at Kensington now which is further from my uni now (the exact distance is a 20 - 30 minute bus ride away from where i used to live)


Woke up at 8 today, got myself prepared and walked to a bus stop to take a bus route i am still trying to familiarize with, 3, 4 buses gone by full so had to wait for another 15 more minutes looking around at strange faces with their monday blues face. Finally a bus which fit us all just nice. Stood there staring out the window at the foreign views passing by feeling sleepy and empty, was it my sleepiness or my empty stomach or was it my heart that was calling out.
[note : saw a couple around 40+ 50 years old who came onto the same bus as i did, had to stand and the woman had her arms around the man, but there was not much grip so she had to let go and instead laid her head on his chest and rubbed his cheeks with her fingers and a giggle.....awwww.....i wanna be like that when we are old baby =) ]

The short 20 minutes journey ended yet at another unfamilliar bus stop and a short walk till i came back to familiar view *George Street and the QVB*. Unconciously, i took a longer road down the subway station of Townhall, my feet carried me as if tracing back the steps i last took nearly 5 months ago and then a wave of familiar smell filled up my nostrills, the bakery which always had really strong butter smell (don't remember the name of the store), the smell of coffee opposite it and the sight of the red "Hokka" signboard beside it hit me. It was nice to smell and see all these again.

The bus stop i usually wait at, well wait behind, was tored down and merged with another one in front, so once again i am a few steps away from my comfort zone, the place where i usually stand at while waiting for the bus. The 288 bus came and soon the famliar sight of the buildings, Harbour Bridge, out towards the highway and country side lulled me to sleep.

A few other famliar things or faces at Macquarie are, the seat at Borders where i always sit and read my time away, the old man John's face, one of the staff at Borders who recommended quite a few books to me, Macquarie Centre, my uni.

Time to go home. The famliar bus ride, QVB again and the smell of KFC was in the air though its like on street away, it always filled the air at night for some reason. My feet once again carried me fromt he cold, foreign looking Bathrust Street where i could take my bus back and instead chose to walk further down George Street and then Liverpool Street, more famliar places, with korean chatter, the lights of World Square, Hungry Jacks.

I can't say i am glad to be back, given my dear baby isn't with me, but at least the famlirarity gave a little comfort to my missing heart.
I feel hot liquid forming around my eyes that has familiarize itself since i came whenever i think of my baby boo that is a million miles away at a place where i call home.