I never thought I’d get tired of looking out the window when flying in an airplane. I thought I’d just sit at the window and watch the whole time no matter how long the flight was.
It’s beautiful, but they don’t hold my attention for so long any more. I’m not sure why. Because they aren’t so mysterious any more? Because I know it’s just water vapor (or something like that?)? Because I’ve got other boring things on my mind.
I thought I’d always been all about the window seat, now I’m all about the aisle so I can get up and wander and stretch when I want.
Instead of watching, I’m just reading and writing and watching movies. I’m not sure why on some lever I’m considering that to be a bad thing?
But here I am typing away instead of watching..(As I look at what I just wrote, I think maybe I’ve written something similar in the past on a different trip. Maybe not, maybe I just thought about writing it. For obvious reasons I can’t look right now.)
I am starting to get the same way. Unless you are flying over mountains, or a lake or something interesting… what’s the point?
Although, I love to fly over big cities!
As I sit and ponder what you wrote I think of two things that come to mind (well actually three). One, you always loved the window seat!!! How dare you change!!! Hahahahaha (I like the aisle seat for the same reasons now). Two, there is a twinge I feel thinking of the things that used to dazzle me when I was younger that don’t do the same for me now. If I was to spend time in that there might be a mourning there. A luster gone. A bit of ache for the brightness of something that is no longer as brillant. Not that there is something wrong. Just something has changed. And I am not sure it’s even for the better or worse. Just different. Maybe priorities change. Third, you know…it’s just a seat. Choose and get on with the ride. Oh the clouds are fun to watch for a while but there are miles to go before I sleep…miles to go before I sleep…./me giggles.