Hayley Williams once asked “Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now…”
And then B.O.B. and Eminem chimed in with some stuff, but for this post I think I’ll just stick with the airplane thing.
For as long as I can remember, seeing airplanes take off has been a thing for me. It represents excitement, adventure… and for some reason that I’m trying to figure out, the greener grass.
No matter how good I feel I have it (and trust me, all things considered I have it really good right now) seeing an airplane flying over the Han River last night on the bus home from work got to me like it always does.
Even when we lived in the Caribbean, with the sun, warmth, and all that stuff, I felt that way.
I love the idea of travel, but in practice it’s not so glam. Probably like most people, I hate traveling on planes nowadays. It’s always a hassle more than an adventure, but I was still envious of those folks as they made their way to cruising altitude last night. And I wondered if the sun had set enough for me to mistake the jet for a shooting star…
with you on this one chief. The first six months in Cayman, particularly, when I saw the 6pm flight to the UK pass our house, I wished I was on it every single time. I’ve never felt quite that pull before. Rather unsettling. But planes in general, yeah, definitely, I always want to be on them. Going somewhere, or coming home, two lovely sides of the same coin – and you always forget the standing around, waiting, queues and red sweaty faces rushing to the front as soon as a flight is about to be called… and the tiredness that no coffee can wipe out, the bone-bending yawns of another ridiculously early hour
Glad to hear I’m not alone on that one… Of course you’d be simpatico.
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Well said, although as someone who essentially travels for a living, I can say that those shooting stars only excite me when they are homeward bound.
Understood Steve Jones… Was thinking about you and all the travel you do.
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