I am at the airport, essentially travelling during pandemic.
The last time I was at the airport was almost 18 months ago. The last time I took that long to be in the airport was over 15 years ago. It’s weird to be in the airport. Especially today when it’s so freaking tense to be in the airport travelling during Covid.
It all started yesterday when there were four covid cases in Melbourne. Then today, my colleagues kept discussing the restriction applied to Melbourne at 6 PM today.
I had to walk in the rain, dragging my carry-on to take the Skybus to the airport.
Travelling During Pandemic
I reached the airport a couple of hours early. The vibe in the airport seems dire, bleak and weird. Earlier, I texted Jik not to order Indonesian food in case I wouldn’t make it to Sydney today.
The cases are rising. Fafa might not be able to come, but I hope Gladys doesn’t put a restriction before that.
People are getting in and out of the plane. I think we will be boarding soon. I hope so.
I took a business class. I paid $150 more for it. I don’t want to lose or cancel it.
It’s the full moon. It’s an eclipse. It’s raining. It’s a weird time to travel. It’s Gemini retrograde. My thinking is not straight.
It’s 6.29 PM now; I just ordered a glass of cider and fried halloumi at the Stomping Ground.
Travelling interstate shouldn’t be this hard.
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