I have been having weird dreams at night. This isn’t a new development, but recently I have also been told that I laugh and scream in my sleep. I have had a few anxiety dreams about heading back to the states: one involved getting lost, another involved me in a train crash that I just barely avoided by somehow walking outside of the moving train to pee in the woods. The train dream occurred the same night that E. told me that my flight is on an Asian airline with one of the worst safety records in recent years. China Airlines is apparently cleaning up it’s act, despite having nine fatal accidents since the 70s, the most recent being only three years ago and involving the death of 225 passengers and crew. I comfort myself in that if I do get in a plane crash, this was definitely the year for me to die as I have been in one motorcycle and two car accidents already. And if I survive the plane crash, I’ll have the best story to tell at any dinner party. Still though, a plane crash would suck either way.
I am already missing Thailand. I will be leaving so soon, on a bittersweet plane ride to new possibilities. In a few days, I am going to write up a list of what I’ll miss most so that I can see if it comes true.