Here I am at San Jose’s Airport ready to embark on the longest trip of my life. From here, I’m going to Houston. Then onto LAX. Then Hong Kong. Finally, I’ll be arriving at Manila, Philippines, on Sunday morning, after more than 25 hours in the air and almost 40 hours of travel time.
A couple of nights ago I watched Flight Club for the 1,058,483th time. As I wait here for the boarding process to start, all I can think is about the quote the narrator says when flying around the country chasing Tyler:
You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O’Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
I’ll do a couple of posts from Manila when I finally get there. I’m actually excited about being to that part of the world for the first time - it’s just my itinerary that SUCKS.