Chapter Song – Hong Kong Garden - Siouxsie and the Banshees
‘This feels like homecoming, minus the tiara, and the shallow distinction of prom queen’, I exhaled the thought as Sean and I waited for the bridge of our Cessna Citation Jet to lower down the tarmac. I was finally home. It was only a couple years, yet it felt like it’d been centuries.
Since we had the money, I insisted on booking flights with first-class seats. But Sean wanted a more exclusive way to travel. And so here we were, stepping out of a luxurious and rather expensive bird. The ramp went down slowly to reveal a breathtaking view of the skyline. I closed my eyes and welcomed the breeze. I tiptoed and felt my spirits lighten within. Finally, I’m home.
I exhaled and landed on the balls of my feet, “Babe, don’t go flying
