I missed home. I was away for quite some time. I had been on a tennis camp for 3 months in Thailand and missed my family a lot. You know that feeling… something like homesick. Ahh… Then I really wished I was home…
In the plane, I was so excited to go home, I nearly peed in my pants and went to the toilet so many times I lost count. Though it was past midnight and the flight took 3 hours, I did not feel tired the slightest bit. Touchdown. Everybody reached for their luggage. I stood up and rushed to the front. With every step, the excitement built up and became overwhelming. I rushed towards the gate after collecting my luggage.
Outside, my parents and my sister were waving a flag with my name on it. My heart sang. I dashed out. I immediately started talking about what happened during the trip. They then took me to a coffee shop nearby. Tough it was rather humid, I did not mind a single bit, after all, Thailand was way hotter, OK, maybe I minded it a little bit…
The food was really fantastic and we had a family talk. I truly treasured this moment of bonding time. Even though it was a little awkward with all the noise of a hundred people chattering at the same time, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
That night I went back smiling. My heart was warmed, and I was overjoyed that I have great family, one that treasures me, and most importantly, loves me.
