Since 1988, everytime that plane landed whether it be Canada or the Philippines, I always had the same ol' feeling of coming home. It's like the good-to-be-home-kinda thing which I also get the same kind of feeling when I take the first step off the bus or the subway when it hits my stop in Manhattan.
It's odd that for the first time I am feeling homesick and miss the Maple Leaf and exactly what I miss, I can not put a finger on it. I have never felt this way before.
Hmmm ...