Plane musings

Written on a scrap piece of paper as I was watching movies in the middle of the night last night:

According to the flight map thingie on my little screen, we are now crossing over the last little bit of the Atlantic we have to cross before making our way over land to Senegal, where we’ll stop for gas before continuing on to Washington.

Only this morning, as I was packing my bag and then heading past all the familiar sights on the way to the airport, realizing I was going past them all for the last time, did it really start hitting me that I was leaving. And it was a crazy feeling—how could I leave the place that now feels like my home? I didn’t turn back, of course, but I became a lot more melancholy about leaving as it slowly became real, despite at the same time being excited beyond belief to head home and see the family and others that are dear to me. I’m just waiting for them to invent teleportation, so that all those I care about will be at arm’s length.