Pre-flight checks

Rain lashing windows,
And inside packing.
The accompaniment of the strange feeling of limbo between leaving
and whatever comes next.
Its just a flight, one island to another.
But in those moments of empty time, there is space to be lost under the waves of memories of people places, experiences that have passed... caught between them and the expectations of home, and wondering just what home is. 
Not naive enough to expect a grand homecoming, and perhaps a little too jaded by experience to be excited.
Its never what it was before, and how could it be when you are not?
And so the expectation of the familiarly unfamiliar.
New relationships, homes, jobs, lives... all in the shadow of what you remember from before.
I left with expectations. Hopes. Possibilities.
But experiences were rich, and vivid in their difference from all that I thought as I left.
Home is where the heart is...
Going home. ?