In my family, I'm the one who was seldom at home. i went off to boarding school, and later to germany. It was always hard and sad to leave.

today, i finally felt what it was like to be on the other side of the line. being the one to wave, and try hard to blink away tears as the other person walks towards the imigration counter. walk to the end of the line, and stand on tiptoes to not miss the last sight of him before he turns the corner. stay at the airport until he flies off. reminisce about things that he did, especially the stupid ones.

I actually like being the person who leaves better. being left behind does not feel good.

My brother finally left for brisbane. I wish him success and happiness. And that he comes back soon.