Entry 8

July 3rd

The hard blue seat presses uncomfortably into all the wrong places, making my spine ache. The plane’s body roars below me as it pushes west, the sound of the wind deafening outside. I used to get excited at the prospect of flying. When I was young, it was all early mornings and anxious jitters. The laying out my clothes the night before and arriving just a tad too early hasn’t gone away over the years, but the excitement has dulled away. I now dread being locked up inside a metal bird in the sky. My back groans in remembrance, and I get an anxious itch on my arms thinking about the claustrophobia. The one thing I never considered when I signed up for this life was how much of my year would be spent strapped in a flying cage. It’s almost laughable that it’s how my freedom has been delivered to me. If it weren’t for the wonder that the destination brought, I don’t think I’d ever see the inside of an airport again. That, and the fact that I’m never satisfied in one place for long. Now, only 653 miles stand between me and my next adventure in the City of Angels.