Today saw me sending the brother off in the airport for his first ever solo flight! A milestone indeed; he has to learn to be independent sooner or later, right? So yup I actually took a video of the last 90 seconds before we physically parted which I thought was really hilarious because instead of mushy goodbyes, the bro and I were still bickering about silly little things (I did give him a bear hug though!). Now that he's really gone and I wouldn't see him until exactly a month from now, the house is gonna be a tad too quiet - not that I like it to be noisy and all, I guess I'll miss him and his nonsense and our childish fights. Oh well.
But speaking of which I'm gonna fly back to Indo too next month. Alone. And I really really can't wait ay!! I remembered flying alone from Jakarta to Medan when I was ten. I remembered not being afraid or anything because Dad actually took the (embarrassing) liberty to befriend and ask a random stranger (with his family, I recalled) to have them seated in the same aisle as mine while on the flight so that I wouldn't be alone, so I was pretty comfortable the whole time I was alone. But why in the world would I fly across the Sumatra all by myself when I am only 10 years of age, you may ask? Stupid as it may sound, it was because my father thought I was getting way too bored while in Jakarta and that I ought to be shipped to Medan to learn some culinary skills and perhaps how to whip up some local delicacies from one of my (many, like 9) aunts. At that time I never understood my father's notion and I don't think I ever will. Now that I actually think about it, I thought that the whole flying alone thing was the first badass thing I'd ever done in my life at that point of time HAHAHA. Well, I was a shy kid growing up, so I guess that it was some good exposure to the outside world by myself.
I really can't wait till the official end of the big Os! Life will commence the instant the clock strikes 9 on the next Monday morning. P s y c h e d