It's hard to find something to be happy about when the day was full of puking, listening to children cry and sitting on a plane. Not to mention that saying goodbye to my grandma before I left was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Then again, at least I was able to keep my head out of the toilet and make my flight. At least I'm not alone, and my ability to sleep whenever and wherever has proved useful. That, and the nausea's beginning to wear off. I'm actually thankful. Nothing makes you more appreciative about being healthy than getting sick.
Another 2 hours of waiting and 4 hour flight to go...
Is it just me, or do I get hotter after a full day of flying?
1 comment:
traveling is ALWAYS the worst...
airports suck
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