Finally the frog jumped!
It took me 7 days...yes 7 days to pack, starting exactly one week ahead laying down piece by piece of my rolled clothes into my 30" luggage, countless sleepless nights wondering how it feels to finally board my first flight, how it feels to defy the gravity and floats among the cotton sea of clouds. My mom would continue checking for that 7 days if I have enough clothing and getting equally excited for my maiden flight. She would go through them once again on the night before my flight. No, I am not a pilot...just a passenger. Roughly 800 flights later...and I now called myself a traveller, it takes me no more than 30 minutes to pack and my mom would not even know where I am flying to though she would always remember to wish me safe flight the night before. After a warm shower, depuffing my growing eye-bag with my newly purchase Kiehl's eye-cream, putting on a comfortable night tee and slipping into my Adidas jogging suit, grabbing my Bose noise cancellation headphones, I am