stunned

well, it has been two days since 7/7. It has been very odd, the word seems so trivial and not significant enough to describe the disjointism, to be at the Family Compound (pic -me at compound) here in the US whilst the events and emotional fallout are occuring at my Real Home in London. I have had numerous calls, v mails and sms from friends in the area. All imply a chaos and shock that I too would be going through had I not at the last minute decide to take a week long trip stateside to see my family and go to a wedding.

It is surreal to feel a tight disconnect due to my familiarity with my home and yet i am not connected to the events, yet.

I am already getting nervous about returning. Not because I am afraid of traveling, but the generic fear of the unknown when it comes to entering a place that when I left was one way, but now will be another but I was absent and disconnected from its transformation.

I think my entries about this subject will trickle as I digest the multitude of implications.