I remember how I used to dream about being on a plane when I was little. I always fantasise about the idea of being high up above, lost in the clouds and FLYING. It was almost a ‘posh’ thing to do and believe it or not, most people in my country would actually make a rather big fuss whenever they’re going on a flight somewhere. Some of them that I know even prepare pillows and blankets and socks for their flights well before hand. Others have massive crowds to send them off. When you arrive, back from a three day trip to Thailand for example, you’ve got at least 10 people at the airport to welcome you home.
Over a period of 20 years, I took short flights around Asia and Australia, mainly for holiday purposes. It could be because of the fact that I was on vacation all those times and that most of them were rather short flights of about 1-5 hrs, I almost always enjoyed my flights then.
The last couple of years were different. At least once a year, I would have to take a 13 hrs flight home and a return flight back to Europe. So minimum 2 flights a year. 13 hrs would be excluding waiting time at the airport, waiting time could range from 4 hrs to 10 hrs and an hr could feel like a century of waiting.
Besides the long hours, it is also because of a myriad of other reasons including the reluctance to say goodbye to family and friends, knowing that you’ll only see them in about another year’s time, knowing jolly well that a lot of things could change. I have lost two family members so far while I was away, and I never had the proper closure till now. It is agonizing but what could one do about that?
It is always with a heavy heart when I have to leave Singapore. The thought of leaving my family and friends and especially my closed ones is unbearable.
As we all know, plane food is usually crap, there’s not enough room in the airplane to move about freely, you’re basically stuck in a chair, limited space to stretch your arms and legs, i sometimes get really bad cramps in my legs, so i always request for an aisle seat, even though I used to ADORE the window seats when i was very much younger. The airports I’ve been hadn’t exactly been comfy, there’s always that buzz and tension around airports that I hate.
I’m flying in two days time, two weeks before the ‘actual’ date that everyone at home is expecting me to arrive. I really don’t think it is necessary to make the whole family clan, I KNOW! to come to the airport. Taking a plane flight now is like taking the regular bus. No big deal to me anymore, I’m well used to it by now. I’m really dreading the long flight and the long waiting hours at Zurich Airport, but Swiss Airlines has to be the best that I’ve flown with. Service, food and the airport are very much bearable, nice as a matter of fact. I haven’t got any complaints so far, so it’s a comfort to know that I’m flying to a really nice, friendly, cozy airport and wait for a further 5 hrs before my next flight home. I’ve prepared my MP3 player, my laptop to blog if i need to, and the very important book of course.
I’m excited to see my sister and her boyfriend who’s coming to pick me up at the airport. We’re going for a nice meal at one of the local hawker centres and i’m really looking forward to it. HOpe it’s not going to be too humid back home. 
Counting down…………
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