There is something compelling about that blue screen on
planes that show you where you are in your trip. It starts of hovering over the
airport and then the plane rights itself and flies the direction you are
heading. I love watching the distance creep past, the trip to Australia seem to
speed by, land always in sight, Sydney welcoming. That daunting part hits
though when you are suspended in the middle of the ocean. No land in sight
either way. New Zealand seems a world away. No proportion or scale to let you
know where you are. And you realize you are truly in the middle of nowhere.
Then hours later, America appears. That solid west coast, LA
a tempting dot. Nevada perched up higher. Hello future home.
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