Traveling by Air

Tuesday evening, I returned to Bangkok after a twelve-day trip to the United States to renew my Thai visa. This trip, like ever other trip I make by myself, always finds me a bit awash in melancholy. This time, the waves came while eating noodles in the lounge at Narita Airport in Tokyo.


I have been traveling by air since I was a month old. Over the years, I have come to associate air travel with so many things: adventure, family, friends, romance, and escape. On each trip, the moment comes when I feel like I am in transit, literally suspended between points in my life. The idea that I am part of a larger network, knowing friends and family around the globe, excites me. At the same time, I feel disconnected and not at home anywhere in particular.

It is an interesting sensation and one that, the more I experience it, the more inviting it becomes. Maybe there is a point where I cease to be grounded at all and am forever flitting about the globe.


9 thoughts on “Traveling by Air

  1. I can understand that disconnected feeling. Being in between lives while you travel is understandable and depending on where you travel, in between cultures.
    Hope you get a chance to relax and feel more connected.

  2. I had similar feeling recently on my way to Italy after spending almost 3 months back in Canada. I had a great time there with my friends , and the long stay rekindled some old feelings for the city and the country, and yet I was eager to start my life in the new country.

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