Editor: Leah
I was excited at first. Not so much for the long-haul flight, and the soon realised cramped leg space the aircraft had to offer. So much for economy. Managed my expectations, or at least I tried. Thankfully, the food served was a unique spread and was not a let-down, though I guess hot food served a thousand miles off the ground falls naturally in our favour. Soon came touchdown and I was ready for a whiff of the English air I’ve heard so many people boast about. It was calm - besides the intimidating accent I heard left and right and the fact that it was past midnight here.
“All set are we?” said the chauffeur we booked beforehand for a ridiculous amount of money. We must be paying for his excitement of driving us to our temporary abode this late in the night. I was “set”. Except I found myself having trouble settling down the following duration of time.
Illustrator: Caffeineul
“What is it? Why is it that I suddenly can’t share a room with her when I’ve lived with her my whole life?!”. My scream echoed around in my head as I sunk myself further into the generously spaced bathtub of our Airbnb.
Then it hit me. It was just one of those times.
“It’s not about her.”
“They wouldn’t get it.” I thought back and forth about why I was feeling the extreme temperament this time. Every time I leave it feels like I’m leaving a piece of me, or rather pieces of me that I never could get back from when it happened.
Doesn’t matter what I think or what she thinks that went down. What matters is that I know I won’t feel the same anymore. I physically can’t share the excitement other people feel seeing new heights, hearing new sounds, tasting new flavours. Not when all of me aren’t with me.
Irony could not have hit harder as I realised travelling would be a routine now, for my lack of interest in staying put for school. What a troubling time to dissent travelling.
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