Friday, July 18, 2008

Leaving on a jet plane

It's 530 pm; we leave for the airport in less than 5 hours. It's that time of the trip when I'm dreading the countdown- the few hours and minutes I have left to be with family and friends before our next visit. This has been an unusual, unbelievably busy trip with the wedding and travelling we've had to do, but it's been a blast, nonetheless.
But now, it is time to go. Sigh.
If things go according to plan, I should be seeing my family again at year's end, this time at our new home. And I should be visiting Malaysia again sometime next year.
But, though this is my 10th year being away, leaving Malaysia never gets easier. It never does. Ask anyone who has been abroad. Not when family, friends, loved ones; not when your culture and roots remain. So many memories.
I remember one year when a friend call as we were driving to KLIA, and she started singing 'Leaving on a Jet Plane' over the phone- I was close to crying buckets then.
Kristin saw this firsthand last year- I basically sulk in my last 24 hours in Malaysia (okay, admittedly I did have a good time at lunch with Jimbo just now), right up to Incheon International Airport in Korea. The times when I'm most prone to being teary-eyed are when I hug my family goodbye at the departure hall, and when the airplane captain accelerates down the runway at take-off (Hopefully the pretty Korean Air attendants will distract me). I always make a silent prayer as we're taking off. I shall again tonight.

Lord, please look after my family and friends while I'm gone, and keep them safe. Please look after my country, and her people.

Till the next year, folks, take care.


Anonymous Jimbo said...

Farewell bud! And thanks for popping by with Mrs Vagus for lunch. It was great to see u guys again, and should my family and I be out of a shelter (a likely scenario!), we will certainly catch the next flight West and bunk in with you! LOL!

8:16 PM  
Blogger chroniclesist said...

Reading this post is enough for me to want to cry. Personally, I feel that leaving gets harder and harder each time. What really kills me is when I look down and see home slowing dissapearing under the clouds.

No matter what becomes of Malaysia in the future, it IS home. It is almost impossible not to miss life there. 2 a.m. roti canai, teh tarik kurang manis. How's that possible not to miss?

How I wish things were different and returning for good will at least be an option worth considering.

2:37 AM  
Blogger sbanboy said...

Have a safe trip :)

3:59 AM  
Anonymous dhssraj said...

its always so painful. soo painful that sometimes i dread going home cos i know once im home its gonna be so painful to leave. that pain freaks me out!

1:14 AM  
Blogger Forbidden Tales said...

Gah same here :(. I miss my hometown

9:44 AM  
Blogger PaulOS said...

Amen to your prayer bro..
We continue to pray in faith (being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we can't see) that all this will happen in due time.

Home.. you're starting one my dear friend, as Emily and I started ours, it's going to be a tough and exciting journey building things together. The Home that our parents built is their legacy to us.

Have fun on this great adventure Dr & Mrs Vagus.. hehehe

8:14 PM  
Anonymous ront said...

good to know i am not the only one

2:04 AM  
Blogger Primrose said...

Should be home sweet home now...Awaiting updates. :)

4:45 AM  
Blogger Mei said...

OMG TK... I sooo know how you feel!
I just wrote a similar post.... having left just yesterday!
It's true that it NEVER gets any easier despite what people think....

"There is after all, no place like home".

10:34 AM  

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