A lone star? Maybe not. Just plain old me. Wondering what is it that I am doing all alone on a beautiful Wednesday afternoon. Oh, and did I mention already that I am 31,000 ft. up in the air and on my way to an unknown destination I am supposed to call home. Are you really ever going home, considering that this home seems to be such a portable concept? Too serious a topic to brood on as I have Dolly Parton singing away through the inexpensive flight headphones. They call this ‘in-flight entertainment.’ There is nothing entertaining about trying to get these headphones to stay on your head and not slip away and the only reason I am struggling with this is to avoid the real in-flight entertainment.
What marks the success of a trip? For me, it’s a good flight. Three hours into this trip and I already know it’s going to be the worst journey of my life. Until now, that is. For starters, there are at least a dozen babies on-board. Seriously, did every couple out there take up the pandemic as their extended maternal and paternal leave. In the past four hours we have hit four turbulences and we have eleven more hours to go. I believe the pilots are trying to set a new record. The past few days people have been enquiring about this trip of mine and the first thing they tell me is “Oh that Airline is really good. They have good food.” Trust me, I would love to attest to that, if only I can remember what it was that they served. All airlines have a policy regarding the special food. It gets served first. Much like the reservation system in our colleges, there were so many passengers who had opted for special that by the time the handful of us got our general category food, the rest of the flight was sending back the already empty plates and had moved on to the beverages. The best part? The vegetarian tray was included in the specials. Unassumingly, 70 percent of the flight got their specials right there.
Coming back to the idea of home, there was a time I had considered an entire city my home. I thought I knew it inside out. However, since it was neither my place of birth nor my city of origin, it soon ceased to be my home. In fact, immediately after my departure from the country, my family as I happened to know and remembered them, packed and moved to a new home. This is the home I am headed to right now.
There is another home I have. One that I happen to miss right now. It exists in a person. Not the most perfect person, not by a long shot. However, he strives for perfection and that has to say something if he has decided that I should be a part of it. Creedence Clearwater Revival and Dolly Parton happened to be a part of his dictionary and it is in the memory of him and those times that I hope to spend the next ten or so hours on board. Is he the love of my life? I hope! Or else it’s the biggest crush I have ever had and every time I thought I had a crush, it was a minor attraction. But this Mr. Seeking for Perfection has got to be my home. I felt as bad leaving him as I did leaving a whole city!
There we go people. Turbulence #5 has hit us. Well, right on time. I was wondering when it would be here. Anyways how do you decide which is the best seat to book in a flight? There is a lot of money riding on the window. But, how do you deal with asking people to move every time you need to stretch your legs or use to loo. When you are in the aisle yourself, the ones in the window seem to have no issue asking you to move. I am confident enough to travel halfway across the world alone but I would rather hold my pee and get stones than disturb those sitting in the side seats.
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