An Ifthar with Sydney

We finally break the fasting of regular traveling after hard thought and long consideration, after putting other priorities ahead for the past three years.

Resumed exercising the long traveling muscle turned out wasn’t easy as I thought.
The back pain sleeping in sitting position made me think about the comfy bed at home.

The long waiting between arrival and the check in made me wish about this and that.

The messed up routines made me slightly uncomfortable. The only reason choosing this date : Public holiday on Saturday, so no YPM.

Dealing with immigration and customs always makes me anxious.

The high tension of pre-departure where I want the house is clean and clear make me do continuous cleaning even until two hours before going to the airport. Other than Ramadan and Eid, my home is on its best shape when we have traveling plan. Simply because : I don’t want coming back to a messy home. The post traveling mess is more than enough to deal with.

So, then, why bother?

Because being too comfortable and not learning anything new is more dangerous.

Because missing the important years for the little girl training outside her classroom and zoom meetings should make me more anxious.

Because, based on the past experiences, in spite of the hardships and the twists each past travels bring, how intense they were, I don’t have any slightest regrets doing all of them.

We met a mother with THREE KIDS UNDER FIVE traveled alone on the same flight. The littlest one had been crying almost through all the journey. But, near the landing, she had been in so much better mood and I saw them smiling happily when we landed. I was so proud of them. They will surely remember what they’d been through together for many years to come.

At least, it happened to us. First disastrous trip to Paris, where the little girl cried for two long haul flights, the sweat of nursing her a whole night, and she ended up sleeping on the floor until the first transit (that little baby slept in a bassinet), the tension she gave us where it was so packed on that tiny airplane from Istanbul to Paris and she didn’t stop whinning, I sweared after that trip, I would never take any kind of this crazy thing anymore.

Never say never.

After that disastrous Paris, she’s flourished and I broke that promise.