Good old (well, it’s not that old really) Changi Airport! Now, they have a sunflower garden where you can roam to pass some time after you have gone through Immigration and Customs.
On the one hand, knowing that I’m leaving my birthplace always brings on a heavy heart but then knowing I will be going home, as in a real home, where I can kick off my shoes and lay on my favorite couch, walk into the wardrobe and pick up my favorite ‘jammies’ (pajamas) … makes me look forward to being home again. In many ways that old song “Torn Between 2 Lovers” applies to the core, with the exception of the object of love. Yes, we, human beings are strange creatures.
After a 27-hr flight & transit trip ~ I sometimes hope for no bedsores 😕 ~ the sight of land while the aircraft descends to my disembarking point brings simple joy. Ah yes, my adopted home ground…
I sometimes wonder what/how early immigrants felt.
I doubt they suffered jetlag.