Travelling becomes the major theme of my recent life now. Taking off and landing, listening to the pilots and stewardess talking about the weather in different cities, debating between juice or coke, getting really sick of starbucks coffee and banana bread which i used to love.
I still remember how excited i was when i first began my trip to those unknown cities several years ago, but now after flying like crazy in one month, from okc to lexiington, from okc to ny, from okc to indianapolis, not mention those connetcion cities such as chicago(gosh, how many times i passed there?!!),salt lake city, atlanta, dallas, etc... my passion for flying is literally sucked away, i am so tired this morning at 2am when i arrived home almost frozen, without my check in luggage, yes, i lost my luggage, which makes my trip even more completed as a tragic. i have my chanel parfume in that suitcase and my expensive suit skirt which cost me one arm and leg.
Still two months to go, the only thing keeps me doing this without screaming and throwing things at wall is that, i know other applicants are doing this too. And i know, finally i will get to somewhere, at that time, all of my pain will be paid off.
