Travel is thrilling, but getting to paradise is ofter an ordeal. Traffic jams make me steam, and I’m a world-class contortionist in the way I fit myself into the ever-shrinking economy seats on planes. My stress levels are already off the charts before I even arrive. And I have to figure out my itinerary and negotiate where to eat with my family. By the time I get home, I need a holiday. I can’t wait to plan my next one.
! Remark: “Mind Fragment” posts are fictitious prose, and none of them is about me.