Missed my flight

When I left the UK, I bought myself a return ticket just in case I decided to return to visit.

The return flight was last night.

I'm still here in Malaysia.

It's a bit surreal. I didn't tell anyone in the family that my return flight was yesterday, but we ended up going to Kuala Lumpur International Airport anyway because we were sending off my brother to Singapore.

As I watched my brother walk down the escalator to the immigration desks, I couldn't help think how that could've been me.

Sigh.

But as a very wise man once told me, it's fine revisiting the past, but not if you keep living in the past.