My flight was horrific because all flights are horrific. Or at least they are for me because I cannot sleep on flights. Not only can I not sleep, I can’t even keep my eyes closed. It drives me insane. Then on trips like this one, where my door to door commute was 27 hours, my brain just gives out. It is so physically and emotionally draining to be awake for that long. To not even be able to focus or concentrate on anything because you cannot even keep your eyes shut. I did a lot of writing about how “NEVER AGAIN” and to consider finally taking that cross country trip on a Greyhound bus, just to be able to say I did, instead of flying to Asia ever again.
Then of course, we land in Tokyo for my layover. I was so excited walking up the ramp “I AM IN JAPAN!” I had been off the plane for less than two minutes and I was already mentally planning to come back so I could see JAPAN! So much for never again torturing myself with another flight of death.