Today, I am flying back to visit my family after nearly 2.5 years.
It's been a long time indeed, but, my heart is heavy because flying
home for a month means being away from my partner for a month,
which is hard since I will barely make it back in time to say
goodbye to him before he flies away for his new job. I really hope
he can visit my country soon and we are planning to do that next
year and I am so excited to show him around :)

Today when he came to drop me off at the airport, letting go of
him was so hard and then I realized that this is probably relatively
the easiest airport goodbye we are gonna have in the years to come
since luckily I will be seeing him again at the end of this month.
Goodbyes are hard but it's the hope of getting to hold him again
that makes the separation feel a tad bit more bearable.

As I sit in the lounge I am also reminded of how much time has
actually flown by since I first came here. I don't feel as scared
or lost and it feels like after all, this city has become a familiar
place and familiar places bring comfort. I am actually looking
forward to being here again, very very very soon. <3