I love how, when the plane takes off, the landscape outside goes faster and faster and the greenish streaks of the grassy plains become melded into a single colour.

I love how my stomach drops when the plane lifts into the air.

I love how I always feel excited about the 13 hour flight, because being in such a cramped space surrounded by so many people, something interesting is bound to happen. E.g. pervy old man exchanging email addresses with a silly 19-year-old girl.

I love how apprehensive I feel when I gather my suitcase and head towards the exit, because the change in temperature is always so stark.

I love flying. I never want to stop.