Wow. It's my second last day here, in this part of the world, and I'm starting to feel a lot more love for my parents than ever before. I'm noticing how much they put up with me and look out for my best interests.
I don't fully understand it, since nothing significant has changed since yesterday. But I'm volunteering to help out a bit around the house, clearing the table and trying not to trouble them. I'm making conversation with them every now and then. If I were to be fully expressive, I might tell them I loved them.
Worst of all is that I'm starting to feel as though I owe them something. I feel like saying I'm sorry for not appreciating their efforts. I wouldn't be in as good a position as I am now if it weren't for their hard work to fund my education, and their raising me to be who I am. I wouldn't have considered that relevant a few weeks ago. If flying to the other side of the world is what is needed for me to respect them more, then I definitely made the right choice.
But tomorrow night at the airport, I doubt that they will notice that I care any more for them than I did in the past. I'm not one to show that sort of emotion, and I don't really know how without things feeling awkward. I wonder if that will ever change. I hope so.