International travel is truly an experience unlike any other. It is a game. A waiting game. Waiting all day for it to be a reasonable time to leave for the airport. Waiting at the airport because you left home far too early. Waiting around in your stocking feet with dozens of other people, also in various stages of undress. Waiting to take your seat in the plane. Waiting to land. Waiting in the airport on layover, watching a boy band brushing their teeth at the gate.
Most of all, waiting for it to finally sink in that I am already hundreds of miles from home, with hundreds more to go.
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