Goodbyes are hard

Its almost 3pm.
I'm still home, just waiting for my time to come then I'll head back to where I should be, away from home.
I supposed to have another night here but due to some reason I got no choice but to leave home a day earlier.
Yes, I am terribly sad.
Thinking of the days ahead where I had to face it ''alone''.
As early as 0530am alarms, sleepless on- duty-night...what else
the cycle of counting days to home will start again very soon.
I dont want to annoy my family by tearing up infront of them,especially mum.
But I just couldn't help it, when it comes to the time when I have to drive away, with her standing by the gate, waving goodbye to me.
I'll try my best to look at her just a few more times from the side mirror, before i drive too far for me to do so.
And not to forget the goodbye hug before I get into the car.
And then off I go, a hundred miles away from home, along the highway, alone.
With blurred visions,
I'll be reminiscing the days and moments I had spent with my family these few days
I took those memories along with me,
so that it becomes my motivation,
to go through the challenges infront of me.
Time flies.
I'll be on my way home again soon.
Just wait for me my love.