Flying into the beginning

July 26, 2010

Here is what I remember: I asked the flight attendant for another bourbon and ginger every time I finished the previous one, I played the same song on my CD player until it embedded itself in my brain, and before we landed, Air Canada played the first 2/3 of Some Like It Hot, which isn’t nearly enough for satisfaction.

My carefully constructed life had already crumbled well before boarding. But 10 years later, I want to hold that girl’s hand and tell her: You are not flying into the end of your life. You are flying into the beginning.

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