It's been 9 months since my last post, 9 months since the dream went sour and I became despaerate for a way out.
In that time I moved back to Europe, got a job with a respectable airline, knuckled down and got on with it. Even if I didn't like my job I could make something out of the rest of my life, living in a culture I knew, going home 2-3 times a month and getting a decent selection of days off.
Seven weeks ago I got transferred to London. Home. Finally. And I got even more days off. It took a while, but slowly the tingle of take off, the thrill of landing, the wonderment at the amazing beauty of the planet below came back.
I won't go as far as saying I'm in love again, yet, but we can live together in peace.
Clear skies,
S.
