Summer, 2009
11th June. Changing, yelling for the kids to get up, ordering breakfast, re checking the hand baggage, telling the kids to hurry up, saying goodbye to my better half and finally piling up in the car to go to the airport. It all seemed like a mad rush until we were finally onboard and settling down in our luxurious (as luxurious as PIA can be) seats. One last phone call to hubby dear with a heavy heart wishing he were with us and then the eight hour wait to get to our destination.
The flight was pleasant enough followed by a smooth passage through immigration. We got our bags on the trolley and started walking towards the exit. Already I had a tingling feeling. We were met by my father and led to the parking lot, my heart beating with joyful anticipation.
Then at last, there ahead of me the doors opened and a gush of wind, as eager as I, rushed forward to meet me. I stood there for a moment letting it engulf me, greet me, before stepping outside to take a deep breath letting it fill my insides, welcoming it as it welcomed me.
