Over the last three weeks, it was like deja vu…
The same Thursday morning, the same luggage, the same taxi waiting downstairs at 4:00am, taking the same 6:20am flight to Ho Chi Minh, holding similar looking flight coupons, board the same Cathay Pacific flight, same flight attendants, and so on.
Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the flight, but my mind turns blank, unable to recall which flight I am on, or the destination.
I used to find flying fun, but now if I need to do it more than twice a month, believe me, you’d be crazy too.