I briefly popped out my Chromebook towards the end of my flight home yesterday...
I’m having a fabulous flight going back home.
Though the can of Bud Light - a brand that I normally don’t drink - cost me six bucks, it is very complimentary to my very relaxing flight. There's something about slightly filling my dainty little plastic airplane cup; pour a wee pit, sip a wee bit, and so on and so forth, while reading about the mellowness of the true Italian’s spirit in my current reading of “Eat Pray Love.”
I would also like another beer. Even though it is six dollars. And even though it is a Bud Light. But, alas, they only come through one time. Do they allow you to buy more than one alcoholic beverage at a time when they come through? I’ve never tried. When I'm on a plane I never think, “Well, maybe I’ll want a second one... later.”
My ears have begun to pop, so I assume we are beginning our decent.
I had a middle seat on the flight home [to Indiana.] I have a middle seat on my flight home now [to Florida.] On this one, no one came to sit on the other side of me. So, I got to pop over to the window seat. Another attribute to my very fine flight.
My week-long visit to one of my two homes, Indiana, was a very good one. When I refer to Florida, I refer to it as home. But, I also do this with Indiana. I am very lucky in that I have not one, but two places that I can call home. Not everyone has that. It is both a blessing and a curse, however.
For no matter which “home” you happen to be located at any given time, you are always leaving the other one, and the people there, behind.