Today marks the one week anniversary of me not being in a pressurized cabin. Now, that doesn’t seem like a whole lot to most. About five years back I flew maybe two or three times a year. As recently as last year there were some months I only stepped on a plane once. But since March of this year, there hasn’t been any seven day period where I haven’t traveled, at least as far as I can remember (memory seems to be the first thing to go when traveling this much).
There are some symptoms of withdrawal, though. First, and foremost, I’m remarkably well rested. I’m not yawning all day and my eyes don’t look like UFO landing sites anymore. That’s the only good news. Unfortunately I’m starting to have nightmares having to do with flying. Yeah, those bad graphic dreams involving planes doing bad things. Next, I’m going to bed super late. If I can’t be on a redeye from the west coast, I’m at least going to stay up till boarding time (not that I want to, but I just can’t sleep). Lastly, and most importantly, I’m starting to run out of airline snacks I stole from the Red Carpet Club! I’m down to the last dozen packs of Harvest Premium Snack Mix. What can I say, I went all out last time I sat at the SFO RCC for seven hours.
Either way, I’m ready to get back on a plane, but I’m going to break my addiction. Fares suck right now, so the closest I’m going to get to flying is walking up a set of stairs or going to the airport to do some future ticketing (in my favorite shirt, of course).
Is anyone else experiencing similar symptoms?
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