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My personal bubble

Isn’t it amazing to fly to the other end of the world in not even 12 hours?

I got on the plane this early morning after six hours sleep in a super comfortable hotel bed, and considering time zones and everything, it is early afternoon here in California.

The flight itself felt like my personal safety bubble. No wifi, so I was offline. No people to coordinate, plans to stick to, students that get lost and need to be found. No conversations to be had at all. I did not speak for hours (apart from “Yes, please“ or “No sugar, please.“ No lights on, the windows were darkened, so I had no idea what time it was. Day? Night? And what country would I use for reference anyways? When I was tired, I just closed my eyes and cuddled in my seat. The seat next to me was empty, so I had two pillows and two blankets: awesome! I got food and drinks in regular intervals, and it wasn’t even half bad. Low maintenance on myself, hair in a ponytail, glasses, no makeup – however, I did brush my teeth, I am that considerate.

My only hard decision to make was which film to watch? I chose the hobbit, coz that is actually one decision for about 8 hours. 😉
Of course, I had to nap and daydream, too, so I was really busy! Amazing how I could have spent a day like this and still feel totally relaxed now that I am out of my 11-hour-bubble.

Maybe it is because I had spent the last four days in Rome with students? The beautiful facts aside, I had hardly ever been alone. There had always been a plan, go here, visit museum there, meeting points.. “What’s next?“ was the standard question I was constantly asked. In my bubble I am forced to be, well, with me only.

What’s next? I find myself asking myself now that I excited the bubble – true to the routine of the last week. Amazing how habits catch up on us, isn’t it? I am glad I still amuse myself.

Who knows. Shall find out once I am out of reach of airport wifi and in San Francisco. :)bty

Author: carasmelody

daydreamer, hopelessly hopeful, I love the power of words, I love poems, words are soulfood

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