Lift Off... Thursday, July 9

I cried when I left Canada. 

I cried when I said good bye to four specific people this week.

And I cried on the entire flight from Toronto to Hong Kong.

 

...Canada has turned me into this big ball of mushy messiness.

 

I walked through the airport crying and smiling at the same time as I read messages from friends flooding my cellphone.  I must have looked crazy.  One of the airport workers working at the duty free shop saw me and ran up to me with a handful of chocolates.  He said I looked too pretty to also be so sad.

 

God, I love Canadians!!!

 

Usually I am all about plane rides.  I love checking out their in flight entertainment, scoping out their on-flight shop magazines, curiously eager to see who will be my sitting buddies, etc, but not with today's flight.  Today when I boarded the first of two flights I simply slumped into my seat, stuck my earphones in my ears and curled up in a ball in my seat.  Beside me sat a young girl from Hong Kong, on her route home to visit her parents while she was on vacation from school, and beside her sat an older lady, also from Hong Kong, who was super smiley.  I took a picture of us three before the plane took off, before the reality of me leaving Canada hit me like a ton of bricks.

 

I wasn't in the mood for a movie and could careless about any of their games but I did take note of their music selection.  I could pick and choose from a wide selection of music albums and songs, make a personalized playlist and play it as I pleased.  So I made a playlist but it only had one song on it -- "See you Again" from the Furious movie soundtrack.  The playlist, correction the one song, played on repeat for the entire flight.  I listened to that one song for 14hrs; it was depressing but I felt just as depressed.