the flight and when we landed got off as fast as possible.
i started to notice that even when i get off the plane (almost) first, i still ended up waiting for my baggage.
what's the point? why am i rushing and getting all rushed when trying to exit the plane? why do i feel that its a race and i should make sure my elbows are up so no one cuts me off?
get real! if i am not really saving time, i might as well enjoy the view.
now i book window seats!
i lost the awe for flying, the overwhelming feeling of "how is this possible?" and yes i know the physics 