It's been 27 days since my last flight and I am suffering the ill effects of being in one place too long. I'm edgy, snappy and finding myself becoming increasingly addicted to Trip Advisor. I check SkyScanner to see where the jet flying over my clothesline is headed. I loiter listlessly outside Hello World.
I've written apology letters to Qantas, as I've noticed the Check In man, has had to take on a second job of delivering parcels around town. The baggage security ladies have stopped me in the street to tell me they have been laid off due to decreased traveller numbers. I look away nervously, and offer my condolences before skittering away quickly to avoid any further embarrassment. I feel ashamed that my lack of effort has had such an effect on the wider community.
I have endured 27 long days without a QF club coffee, without the thrill of smuggling out a slice of Big Sister Fruitcake to enjoy on the plane. My thighs are grateful for that, but my heart yearned for the adventure and excitement.
Today, I caved.
Just like every recovering addict, I was tempted by the possibility of being able to withstand just one more. Instead of a just a small sip of a full bodied red to warm my soul, or a quick inhale of secondary smoke, I opened the Qantas specials email, after all it was sent directly to me, it would be rude not to at least read the email.
The bright red promise of adventure and excitement flashed onto my screen. Within seconds I had lost all resistance, all endeavours to withstand the temptation were lost at the words QT Sydney Hotel.
So, here I stand before you, once again with my best friend Suitcase, and discussing options of warm clothing for a week in Old Sydney Town.
My name is Jaki MacDonald, and it is 6 sleeps till my next flight.
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