I blame it on the writers’ guild strike. But since Broadway has been resurrected, I feel I should do my part to push the rest of prime time tv writers to end all this. That and the fact that I’m waiting yet again in Terminal D of DFW International Airport waiting for my flight to Seoul via Tokyo. Unlike Cheryl, I’m too cheap to pay for internet at the airport so you’ll be reading this long after I’ve endured a full day of traveling.
That’s right. I’m coming/going back to Korea. This really is the last time. I’ve got a life you know. The blog may not be very representative of that but I’ve got plans. For once. August is set—now I just need to know where. I have grand plans for Buenos Aires or Scandinavia after my law school tour taking the lessons learned from Spain 2007. I may even buy my own car. Baby steps be darned; I’m jumping milestones.
Does anyone have tips for flight anxiety reduction? I’ve flown so many times it’s not even funny. And yet, every time I board that plane, it really isn’t funny. I get that guttural cough stemming from the nervous juices brewing in my stomach. I watched a video clip on the new york times about people whose flight anxiety prevented them from every flying. They were guided through a program that concluded with a cross-country flight. The participants would all support each other, kind of like a lamaze class. I want someone like that here now. I’ve got one in my bag; his name is Advil PM but he has proven unreliable in the past.
The head of the plane is staring me straight on. Three LSG Sky Chefs truck unload our on flight meals. Instead of the direct Korean Air route, I opted for the much cheaper American Airlines. I hope the food is good. I already know that there is no complimentary alcohol. A margarita sounds really good right now but I think I’ll welcome Mr. Sandman with the pill. The sky carries a most welcoming and advantageous blue and here’s that feeling I have when I’m leaving the ground that rumbles all the way to my house 15 minutes away. It’s a strange feeling, but one made much better when I know that I’ll be coming back in 3 months to an uncertainty that for once isn’t all that frightening.
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5 comments:
I love that you're back in Korea (could they call you an adict?)
I'm sad that I'll miss you while I'm in FloMo.
You've got to tell me what your school plans are...
Hey how're things, Paul? Looks like you've been traveling a lot and are going to be traveling even more! Nice.
Thanks for reading my blog. I'll be checking yours. Good luck with everything-
oh! not fair! i only pay for internet because i'm going to be trapped there for six hours on end! i need some help for sanity, pole! see you soon!
Okay, I confess: I also have serious flight anxiety. I went to Dubai a few weeks ago, and I flew Qatar air. For a brief moment, I entertained the horrible possibility that, maybe, perhaps, probably not, but you never know, Qatar airways would refuse to serve alcohol alongside its islamic food. How would I fly 14 hours without alcohol??!!! Luckily, I was wrong.
Here is my help for your flight anxiety though...when I stepped off the plane in the U.A.E., complaining about how long the flight was, especially for someone who doesn't like flying, Richard rolled his eyes at me and said, You know, one's chances of dying in a plane crash are 52 million to 1.
Admit it, Paul. YOU LOVE KOREA.
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