Tonight I am flying to Chile since my dad is in the hospital. The downside of living so far away is that you don’t know what would happen the next day. Being connected help and doesn’t since you feel you can’t leave your phone because you will miss an important message. Restless nights and fruitless days, feeling useless, selfish and unworthy.
Finally, when you take the decision, your body rest. Now that I’m sitting in my seat (or the one next to it since I got the seat in the middle) I’m crossing my fingers nobody sits next to me, so I can have the aisle, and endure an 11 hours trip being able to get up and go to the bathroom.
I can’t believe my luck. The airplane is FULL, and the only empty seat is the one next to me. And I snapped a photo I will share with my social media friends.
When I did that, I thought how pitiful I’m. Worried about having more space on an airplane. I’m flying, I’m lucky to be able to see my dad. Early, while waiting I saw a post by Mari Malek. It was a cry about Sudan. …..and here I’m considering myself lucky for having more leg room on an airplane. Sad but true.