How time flies. This is the fourth month that I am over here and things have pretty much been the same as when I first arrived. I have hoped that the rather good start could continue, but only to be a wishful thought.
There were just too many matters to sort out right after my resignation and before the flight: banking and billing, finance, domestic......the list goes on; there wasn't much time to look into these matters while I was still working. With no more than 8 hours everyday on average to play with, how much can one do, including sleep?
I reached the airport only about an hour and a half before boarding time. The check-in wasn't as smooth as expected because I had an overly over-weight check-in luggage - 27kg if I recall correctly. The things in the luggage were mostly minimal clothing to go round the years, but I had to sacrifice some warm clothing together with those meant for summer, just to make a pass; they were brought over for me by someone on a later trip though. Going through a late autumn with lesser warm clothes was just so "cool".
Perhaps Lady Luck was smiling at me. Not only did the ground staff allowed my 2-3kg lighter luggage to be checked-in, I was upgraded to Business Class because the Economy Class was full by the time I returned to the counter. Oh my, that would probably be my one and only time flying by Business Class.
Needless to say, everything in Business Class pale those of Economy Class. I don't know whether it was due to my special dietary arrangement or it is such for an upgrade, my in-flight meal was the same as that for the Economy Class. Nevertheless, the flight attendants professionally presented my meals no differently. I felt luxury in the air and luxury it sure was to be able to sleep on-board lying totally flat.
I had wished for this blessing to last longer, to at least extend till I achieve the first goal for this trip. But there aren't many things that last forever and this doesn't seem to be one. Things are still not happening as I have wished for and those unfortunates are better off left to the grounds.
Three months on, from the smell of fire wood burning to the smell of spring, the first goal is still far at the horizon. My optimism has been wearing off fast and pessimism has actually crept in. As much as I do not wish to imagine the worst, I have to prepare myself for it.
