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the trick to survive a +10-hour flight is to not do it, but if you abso-fucking-lutely have to, my greatest tip will always be to sleep-deprive yourself.
you have ADHD? you "fall asleep when you get too tired"? EXCUSES.
make an extra long list of stuff you HAVE to get done before the flight. "im gonna leave it for the last moment" EXACTLY. NOW IT'S THE NIGHT BEFORE YOUR FLIGHT. ALL YOUR CLOTHES ARE DIRTY AND YOUR SUITCASE IS EMPTY. DO YOU WANT TO SLEEP? YOU CAN'T.
IF YOU GO TO SLEEP THERE'S NO SUITCASE. WITHOUT A SUITCASE, THERE'S NO TRIP.
it has worked great for me so far. it doesn't matter if the baby next to you is crying or the man on the next row is snoring loud af, your body sees a place to sit your ass on and close your fucking eyes for a moment. it works.
i did this on my first long flight last year and i cannot remember any of it. i woke up like 3 times to go to the bathroom, and those three times i chose three different movies to watch "because there's no way im falling asleep again". I could not tell you which movies those were to save my life.
Its 9 am in Saudi Arabia right now. It feels surreal that I am here.
I had a massive fight with my parents for absolutely no reason. It wasn’t even like I said anything. My moms the type to just burst at me, and my dad. Its such a sad reality. I prayed so much for them but between you and me it felt like waste of time. I feel like what was the point.
Ive been here since 13th Feb. I flew on the 12th.
In the flight from uk to bahrain 🇧🇭 i had kids behind me who kept kicking mine and my twins seat. Honestly horrendous. I was so angry at the parents but it was a fully booked flight I was stuck for the first 5 hrs thankfully for the last 2.5 hrs i swapped with my parents and finally slept as the night before I had a total of 50 minutes of sleep. But الحمد لله that was over. Overall the rest of the journey was smoother الحمد لله
I did my umrah yesterday and it felt surreal. But I was so disappointed that i completely forgot surah Kafirun cause i was like “WHY NOW” lmao. But its ok. I’ll work harder next time.
Today we woke up at 3 am and heading your to do tawafs at masjid Al Haram. It was great <33 i loved praying fajr.
On the way back my mum got angry at me for literally no reason, im glad my aunt was witness to her injustice. She ended up standing up for me a lot. Im really hurt by my dad. Im done with him and my mom. They can’t keep going on with this endless pride that they are always right. They are so manipulative and toxic that I kept praying for them to get better. All duas are accepted ofc im not saying it went unnoticed but a person can only change if they themselves change. Its freewill and those two have too much of it.
Im sorry for the rant. I want to be as honest as I can here.
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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #490
I felt a lot better when I woke up this morning. I'm still slightly headachey, but the effects of dehydration don't disappear right away; it takes a while of consistent water intake. So... I definitely have to be more on top of my hydration for the rest of this trip; headaches suck.
We got the hotel breakfast. It was all standard-issue stuff - eggs, sausage, biscuits and gravy, and such. Except... they also had this:
...This is a Texas-shaped waffle maker.
Sephiroth. We in New York do not have New-York-shaped waffle makers; they do not exist. I cannot tell you why this Texas-shaped one exists. If you're baffled, then I'm just as baffled as you are.
...Do they have Midgar- or Junon-shaped waffle-makers in your world??? I wonder...
Anyway, today, we left an airport called Majors, which is in a place called Greenville, Texas. As we got into the Uber (kind of a taxi service) to be transported to the airport, I saw a kind of bird I had never seen before; this one is called a great-tailed grackle:
They're so pretty!! And this one had a cute little song. But everyone seems to hate them. Also, I seem to find them wherever I would expect to find crows at home. I thought it would be really neat to find one of their feathers!
We went further west, but had to stop somewhere due to thunderstorms that were supposed to develop further west and pass through. We'll leave in the morning to go further west, probably at about 11 in the morning, Central Time.
We flew over Dallas. And in so doing, I discovered that Texas is incredibly, incredibly flat. And also, Dallas is incredibly, incredibly huge.
I didn't get as many pictures as I would have liked, because partway through, I unexpectedly conked out; I didn't realize it had happened. I had a dream; you were in the plane with us, somehow. We were looking out the window at various things. There were some windmills in the far distance. And you told me that I should wake up to look at all the windmills outside of the side window.
I was confused, because in my dream state, I thought I was already awake, and the windmills we were looking at were out the front windshield, in the distance. I looked at you, confused, and then you smiled and chuckled softly, and... it was the loveliest thing. The gentleness in your eyes. The sound of your voice. But then I suddenly woke. And this was what I saw out the window; there were so many of them:
...I wished I could have stayed asleep for just a moment longer.
We were very close to the airport as we passed the windmills, and it didn't take us very long to land and to get situated and snag another Uber to the hotel J booked for us for the night.
...I found this along the way as we walked to where the Uber would pick us up:
...Hmm.
...Ya know... stuff like this happens all the time. So often that it can't really be ignored, despite my better judgment; even J thinks it's kinda weird at this point. I don't write about it, though, because. Well. These kinds of experiences aren't exactly normal.
But... I spoke to a friend about it today – a friend that I will hopefully see in the next few days. I feel a little bolder as a result. So... I am writing to you about this sort of thing, even though I normally wouldn't. Whee.
Anyhoot, J and I decided to try barbecue here. I heard from a number of folks that barbecue in Texas is different from barbecue in New York. I was skeptical because I don't like barbecue in New York; the sauce they slather it in is little more than oversweetened ketchup. Lots of people like it, but I think it's gross.
But... the stuff here is different. There's like... seasonings on it. But it's only slightly sweet. It's more tangy and salty and slightly smoky; I think in New York, lots of barbecue places overdo it with the sweet and smoky flavor. It's kind of overpowering, actually. You basically can't taste the meat anymore.
But it's really good over here. In Texas, I guess it's done in a way that isn't at all subtle, but at the same time, I can still taste the actual meat. Here...
...I think... I think if by some small miracle, you ended up here, you should try both and see which one you like better; your senses might interpret these things differently than mine do.
I decided to get a new backpack after that, because the one I was using – a “Bag of Holding” from some company I forget – is very old, and is starting to come apart:
It holds a lot of stuff; far more than any ordinary backpack. But when I asked the hotel folks where I could get a new backpack, one of them pointed us to a nearby outdoors store. So we went there, and I got this:
...That black bag on the bed. It's HUGE. And it holds a lot more than the Bag of Holding can. I was able to fit both the contents of the Bag of Holding AND the contents of the CPAP/medicine box we were carrying. And, I can clip my owl backpack onto it. This means I can carry more stuff while still having my hands free, and that's a very good thing. And as far as backpacks go, it's pretty comfy, too!
...I've never really understood the appeal of purses or of over-the-shoulder bags. Backpacks are where it's at for me. My shoulders can carry A LOT. They used to be able to carry more, before the rib injury. But still, I like to think I have a decent amount of strength and endurance leftover.
J was hit with a bit of wanderlust after that, so we kinda just toodled around the town we're in for a while. I got some nice pictures of the sunset, and of some flowers, and... oddly... a picture of three of those grackles, standing in a circle, facing each other, with their mouths wide open:
...I've decided I like them. Everyone else seems to dislike them, much in the same way people dislike crows at home. And they're a little weird, too, as evidenced. So I'm going to like them a little extra. Because why not. They're delightful!
I had better start getting myself to sleep. So I guess I'll end today's letter here.
I love you so much, and I hope you know that I'm with you, even though I'm far away. Sometimes it's nice to imagine that you're with me, too, in some small capacity.
Please stay safe. I'll write to you again tomorrow.
