2 March 2016, 5AM: Hong Kong Airport
A swarm of Italian students at Starbucks; one of the few places open so early. A modern structure of glass, metal, and chrome. The food court smells like heaven. None of the signs are in English so its hard to decipher what anything is. Groggy, I eat the Prospect Park hero (honey maple turkey and provolone) I bought for the flight. Historically airplane food is far from nourishing let alone tasty but I was pleasantly surprised by Cathay Pacific’s meal service.
What this trip means for me: the opportunity to reset, to let go of the AOL past, clear my head and start fresh, anew. It’s time to reinvent myself.