End of A Journey

I've never fancied the sight, the ambience, the smell, the feeling I get whenever I land at Soekarno-Hatta airport.

Well, I did a lifetime ago.

But it always fascinates me how I've changed drastically the way I feel about things. I used to draw breath of relief whenever the aircraft I was on losing its altititude to approach the landing site. Now I just hate it whenever the captain annouces that we would be landed shortly in the city.

When all the passengers don't seem to have the patience to keep their cellphones off any longer, even when they're still inside the moving aircraft, that's when my rotten heart breaks all over again.

I don't have anyone to pick me up at the airport. No familiar faces standing at the arrival hall. That's when I feel most lonely in this overcrowded city.