Goodbye doesn't mean forever

I was fighting to hold back my tears as my brother's family went through the departure door at the airport towards a new life in Australia. I'm not only gonna miss him but my nephews as well. Especially the eldest who was the first grandchild of my mom who was already wet with tears that day. I felt like a broken man. As went to the nearby mosque I pray hard that Allah watch over them in Australia. I don't know when I'm gonna visit them... soon Insyalllah.
Its been a week since my cousin's engagement ( see pic of house above). Up until now I still don't know how to get to the place. I had to ask one of them to fetch my from Angsana. I cant believe my mom cooked for about 100 people who showed up for the function. Everything went well I guess save for the going back part. After shopping at Angsana we were caught in the jam for 2hours plus. Longest so far that I have been in. Worst part was that I was the one driving.