Bye-bye, summer of '09

I'm reminded of how much of a love-hate relationship it is that I have with airports.

There's always so many hugs and smiles and so much laughter at the arrival hall.

Then again, you see the same things at the departure lounge. Just, maybe, the mood is a lot more sombre.

Perhaps, the only time when I had been glad to be at the departure lounge was to make the journey back home from Shanghai.

"Kepada warga Malaysia, selamat pulang."

But today is like most days at the departure lounge.

When I will be the only one who makes the long drive back home.

Alone.