Flying

 I've never liked flying. It just gets under my skin. Thing thought, it's the airport more than the actual flying that gets to me. But I did it. Probably for the last time in a long time. I don't know what to do with myself. I don't like this feeling. I feel alone.

I'm sure if I go upstairs, I'll find something to do, but I don't know about it yet. I just took a much-needed nap. I'm not sure what to do about anything right now. Like I said, I feel so alone. Even though I know I'm not alone, there are other people in the house. Yet I feel alone. I hate this feeling. I don't want to be offensive either. That's just what this life feels like at the moment.

So, I'll just have to go along with whatever happens I guess. It's not what you would expect though. I wasn't expecting such a welcoming sight and view. I am grateful for these people. I hope I don't overstay my welcome.

But I got here by flying. That was the main part of it. Luckily it was a short flight. Not bad at all. I like short flights; they manage to work out just right. On the flight all they had was coffee, tea, or water to drink. I wonder why that is. No sodas of any kind. Maybe just because it was like an hour. Poof and you're there. We landed a half hour early. That was nuts. Maybe the pilot was just in a hurry to get somewhere? I don't know. That's just how everything crumbles I suppose. Whatever the case, it worked out.