Since 2008, airport has been a place that I love and hate the move. I love it as it is a gate taking me to the destination I dream for. In contrast, I hate it as it gives me the sad feeling when I have to depart with the love ones, parents, ex-es etc..horrible feeling..
The return journey from home to UK after Cny celebration is pretty extensive. The journey involves three airports and the travelling time is up to thirty hours due to twelve hours transit in Muscat International airport. In the first leg flight from Penang to KL, it was hard to hold my tears in front of my parents. I think mom did pretty well, she only started crying when sending me to the security gate. At least I still managed to keep the smile on my face, not until when I turned around, the tears were pouring down. The security officer didn’t asked me a single thing and just let me through.
I thought I would be okie once I am boarding, but actually not. I wept quietly in the plane to KL, and also the plane to Muscat. I think I miss everything back home, the feeling of belonging and being loved. Two weeks isn’t long enough. I appreciate my parent’s effort in trying to get things done for me as much as possible. We have had loads of fun though. And now, I have to get back to a place where it is good for my future life, but being on my own most of the time. I have only myself to rely on.
