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As I taxi'd home from the airport I enjoyed it. I think I look poor as I wait for the plane with my napsack, dressed in jeans and t-shirt, but I spotted multiple lawyers this trip in similar attire - heard them negotiating and talking about evidence on cell phones. I am not self-conscious to wander through 1st class on the way to the back of the plane. Getting off the plane I rush through the airport because I know where everything is, text and email on my work phone, and dash to the taxi stand brushing off the fare list they hand you.

It's not much, but I'm used to traveling for work. It all is paid for, a gift and a curse. At the same time, it still feels a little bit like a mistake that may be corrected some day. Flying makes me feel more mortal, used to it or not, so I tend to be a bit reflective while shoved next to farting strangers in close quarters. I might lose my job, my health, or both. There are parts I enjoy and parts I don't, but rather than let it all be routine or a burden, I try to make the time to enjoy what I have while I do. Who knows what's next.

Date: 2016-01-15 09:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wantedonvoyage.livejournal.com
Poor people take the Dog, mostly.

I get weirdly emotional when returning home, at the moment when I start to recognize landmarks on the ground. It lasts until they drop the spoilers again and I know we're actually going to stop before the end of the runway.

Date: 2016-01-15 10:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vicar.livejournal.com
This is how my plane game started:
I try to spot my house on the way in (it's very near the airport). My theory originally was if I die, at least it's in a place I know.

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