It feels like I’ve come back home. 

Back home in Laos.

Back home with On. 

When I was sitting in the CIP Lounge at Suvarnabhumi earlier today I was so restless waiting and wanting to get on the plane. Sitting there wondering how On was doing and hoping that her bus ride was okay. Hoping that she wouldn’t get in too late. Maybe that is why I was gorging myself with so much food trying to reign in all that restless energy. 

It was a pretty good flight from Suvarnabhumi to Wattay International Airport. Just about an hour and enough time to have a hot meal served, a decent one at that.  

Unlike the flight on Vietnam Airlines from Hanoi to Vientiane, the Thai Airways flight attendants handed out the “visa on arrival” forms so we wouldn’t have to spend more time filling them out once we arrived. Good thing too with all the passengers on the plane. Still, it took almost 45 minutes this time to apply for my visa, go through immigration and collect my luggage. 

And when I walked out into the terminal—one of the last passengers from the Thai flight—On was waiting for me. Turns out she had arrived about thirty minutes before. That was good that she didn’t have to wait too long. 

It has only been just a little over four weeks since we last were together, but it has seemed so much longer. I have never missed anyone as much as I have missed On all the times that we have been separated. Even four weeks seemed much longer, like four months.

This time we got a taxi right away. I had exchanged some dollars in Bangkok for Baht to save time at the airport. And then it was off to the Inter City Hotel about ten minutes away.