Tonight, I’ll zip up my luggage, take the ride to the Ministro Pistarini International Airport, check-in, and board my flight home.
Just thinking about that makes me feel like a child on Christmas morning, ready to tear open the presents under the Christmas tree.
I’m so ridiculously excited for a couple of reasons.
Firstly, because I love flying and traveling.
The sensation of taking off in an airplane just as the wheels release their grip on the runway is breathtaking – the familiar sensation in my tummy when a plane takes off is almost synonymous with happiness – and I’m aware that I’m fortunate to be able to globetrot, even if the destination is home.
And secondly, because two years is too long a time to be away from home.
The last visit I had back to Singapore was in the February of 2013, a time that seems so far away from now. While the two years may have flown by in a flash, I’ve found myself wistfully wishing to be back home during the past few months.
This weekend, I’ll finally be back – doing all the things that I’ve dearly missed.
Sleeping in my third-story bedroom whose balcony gives way to a beautiful starry night sky; having breakfast with my parents in our newly-refurbished patio; playing with my baby cousins who probably may not recognize me anymore; cycling with my best friend against the salty sea breeze at East Coast Park; stuffing my faces with local Singaporean fare; hanging out with my grandparents; and catching up with the few dear friends who’ve made the effort to keep in touch despite the distance.
I cannot wait!!