Yeah...Flying.
I don't know if i ever mentioned this before, but i don't like flying.
The fact that the plane might fall down scares me, but that is not the main reason. I think it is that time in between that depresses me. From the moment i say bye to Jamie, until i get home to Peru, i feel in some sort of limbo...sort of like i left home to go home. It is a strange feeling to describe.
I miss Jamie as soon as i get out the door, but at the same i am excited about seeing my family. This feeling is reversed (and probably more intensively) when i leave Lima to go back to NJ.
It is when i travel that i really wish Jamie would live in Peru, or vice versa. It would be such a difference to know that you are just a drive away than an eight hours flight away that only happens twice or once a year.
The fact that the plane might fall down scares me, but that is not the main reason. I think it is that time in between that depresses me. From the moment i say bye to Jamie, until i get home to Peru, i feel in some sort of limbo...sort of like i left home to go home. It is a strange feeling to describe.
I miss Jamie as soon as i get out the door, but at the same i am excited about seeing my family. This feeling is reversed (and probably more intensively) when i leave Lima to go back to NJ.
It is when i travel that i really wish Jamie would live in Peru, or vice versa. It would be such a difference to know that you are just a drive away than an eight hours flight away that only happens twice or once a year.