The Road Goes Ever On

Singapore

It's very strange to be going home. I feel sad and also a certain happiness. I have two hours left at the airport and no idea what to do with them. I feel restless (and tired from last night's KTV). This is when I feel the loneliness of travelling alone again. I wish someone was here to keep me company but in the departure area I'm alone in the crowds. I've met so many people and somehow I miss them all at this very moment. I guess, that's the price of travelling. Always on the move you have to leave those behind that you grow to like or love, or be left behind by others that move on. But it's like Bilbo's old walking song:
"The road goes ever on and on [...] and I must follow if I can."