Tomorrow night (well, midnight-ish), I am going to get on a plane and fly out of Singapore. Three months ago I made a similar journey. The same transits, only a different destination. That destination now has become a pleasant memory, where I met friends, made new ones and came into my own. That place now, Orlando, is now a place of grief. I stand in silence and solidarity with those affected, because I also see hope too. Real allies are standing up. We are not alone.
So, tomorrow’s flight will ultimately bring me elsewhere where the summer reminds me of a Perth, Western Australia winter. It will definitely be another journey of sorts – and I need the break.
I am not sure how many people will read this. But yes, I am going to get on a plane. Wish us safety, wish us joy, wish us the smoothness of flights.
Take care, everyone