Looking at the sparkle on my ring, I’m flying solo once again.
Lifting the hand carry up the over head compartment suddenly seems so streneous. Playing with the touchscreen inflight entertainment system suddenly seems exciting again.
Browsed through the menu, scan through the movie listing and realised I have the full 3 seats!! Aside from the annual holiday trips, its been 4 years since I have been clocking nay of my business air miles, the sudden adrenalin rush of flying alone filled me…… until the sparkle.
My 1st solo flight was my home trip after spending 6 months in London, going home for Chinese New Year. That solo flight was my happiest. It boost my appetite so much I finished every single meal, not a single scrap left over. Every music channel I switched to was music to my ears, every movie channel I switch to was my favourite.
Now I’m sobbing quietly in the cabin, so uselessly moved by “The proposal”, a classic chick movie. A typical movie my ‘Ang’ and I will argue about come every weekend when we boh stood in front of the cinenow booth. A typical movie that he will dangle a piece of tissue paper in front of my face while I desperately hide it away from him and wiping my tears away.
I’m now desperately wiping my tears away from the steward and the sparkle caught my eye. Travelling alone never seems so sweet before. Some’s waiting for me at home……
