Some days I feel like I am on a long flight home. Where I’ve been was great, but where I’m going is better. Only instead of landing when I think I’m supposed to, Air Traffic Control put my plane in a holding pattern.
Now, half the time I am actually flying away from home. I know Air Traffic Control can see all the weather and all the planes and all the runways better than I can, and I’m glad this keeps me safe, but..
I’m aggravated. I am not supposed to be still on the plane. Now I’m flying in long circles so I don’t even know how far away I am.
I’m lucky, at least, to have a charming seat partner with whom I’m having brilliant conversation. In any other circumstances, I’d be savoring every minute of it.
But I am cramped and hungry and my delight is tainted by how much I just want to land and get off the plane.