travelling allrite

Saying goodbye to B and Alex was so difficult. There were tears and they are still lurking just beneath the surface. Why am I doing this, when I could be lying down with B, Alex and Kita while our baby plays. Forget the Umpteen Great Wonders of the World, nothing beats raising your kid. But it is too late to act on those regrets as I sit here high above the cloud layer, almost 12 kilometres above the Earth with 7 hours left to go. The dark is catching up with us as we approach the border into Queensland. I am flying on Nancy-Bird Walton, the first of Qantas' Airbus A380's. It still feels brand new with spotless windows and shiny walls and seats. By the time I had stepped through immigration I had little time for anything other than to go to the gate. I was on autopilot, writing out the familiar green departure form, passing through busy security with little thought. Outside was the kind of late afternoon sky that would see me gazing up and watching the aeroplanes fly over, drea...