June 25- The Flight

So here we go... another flight, another city. A layover, a phone call, an intercom, a seatbelt and another bland ham dinner. It all just seems so routine, doesn't it? The airports look so similar, the food is all so overpriced.. And yes, there will always be at least ONE guy on every flight whose alcohol purchases keep the airline in business.

Men in suits board in irritation, silent and focused. Wall street journals and Business weeks outnumber fiction and popculture and they've all learned to skip the pretzels, skip the ginger ale and head straight to a dream world of frequent flier miles and paid vacations. Last names on cards and other men in suits wait to pick them up, and soon their bellies will be filled with hibachi steak or sushi or twenty-dollar sandwiches picked up from the "best in the town".

And yet, here I am... nervous... excited for all of these opportunities that await me. A new continent. A new place to see the sun rise. A world away from all of my friends that will just solidify our bonds. Self discovery, adventure and uncertainty.. and there's some sort of hole in my mind that I soon hope to fill with the knowledge of another culture. Welcome to London. And thanks again for flying United.