Coming Home

In 6 weeks, I will be taking a red-eye flight from Los Angeles to Manchester.

Probably have a couple hours layover in a U.S. city along the way.

I will be tired from trying (and failing) to get sleep on the plane.

I will be smelly from walking around multiple airports over a span of 12 hours in the same clothes.

I will be restless in an aisle seat, waiting for my planes to take off and land.

I will be anxious in the stuffy shared air as my fellow passengers and I tap our fingers and our feet in anticipation.

We will politely push and shove each other out of our way like cattle out of a cage.

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