FLYING SOLO
My last night in Beijing I return to the Hard Rock Cafe with five of the coeds from our group. When we first arrived we wanted nothing American, though now we crave it. And besides, when will I ever be going out to dinner with five coeds again?Thirteen hours back to JFK. This time it seems to pass a little more quickly. I end up watching King Kong to pass the time, though I honestly have no interest in it. Why do they keep remaking it? Delay at baggage claim as no one's bags appear. Always a fun experience. Finally bags start to arrive and it's time for us to say our farewells.
Once the hugs, handshakes, and waves have ended, I realize I'm back to being alone. I flew out on my own but after spending the past few weeks with this group, I certainly notice that they are gone. It's dinner on my own then a five-and-a-half hour flight back to LAX. Once home, I awake in the night uncertain of where I am, preferring where I had been.
Suddenly alone
The shortest flight of the day
Becomes the longest
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