The plane ride was long. Boring but at the same time, okay. It reminded me of the time Lara and I traveleved to Italy. Lara’s mother was there to send us off.
She made my first plane experience so much fun. I guess that’s the only difference right now.
We stopped by an airport once before heading to the next plane. We arrived after seventeen hours. Seventeen hours in total up in the air. Without counting the pit stop we did to board the second train.
My neck feels stiff. And the urge to collapse in a warm bed is real. A yawn seizes me as the intercome of the airport welcome us with an echo.
The coldness of the airport makes my teeth chatter. But it’s fine. Ive kinda got used to it. I look around, in slight disbelief that I’m really back. After all these years.
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