September 4, 2008
The Journey Home
I rested my head on the seat and stared at the city below me getting smaller and smaller. Tears streamed down my face. I remember feeling this way once before, but I was coming from the other direction.
My stomach tied in knots, my fingers gripping the seat like i was afraid my body would lurch forward and id fling myself myself out of the plane.
Every fiber of my being wanted out. I looked for a bright side but could not see one. I looked for an angle i can deal with, debate with, and reason. but reason decided to sleep in that day.
I did NOT want to be here. I hated it. I already made up my mind. I'm going to be miserable.
I wanted to go back home.
And now I'm crying again. Its amazing what time does to a person. This city grew on me. Engulfed me whole. Chewed me up and spat me out. Its part of my being. Its my home away from home in every sense of the word.
My cousin told me you should write a post on what your gonna miss the most.
there isn't one thing I can pinpoint and say this is what I'm gna miss.
I wiped away a few tears, and then gave up. No use fighting it.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, fiddled around with the buttons trying to adjust my seat to a more comfortable position. None were working!
Thank you for flying Kuwait airways!