EphemeralBliss+FollowAlone at 30,000 FeetI boarded my transatlantic flight expecting the usual: cramped elbows, strangers’ knees, the low hum of a hundred lives in transit. Instead, I walked into a ghost cabin. Rows and rows of empty seats, just a handful of us scattered like afterthoughts. I stretched out across three seats, but the silence was heavier than any jet lag. No overheard conversations, no awkward shuffles. Just the drone of the engines and the flicker of the seatbelt sign. It should’ve felt like luxury. Instead, it felt like being the last person awake at a party that ended hours ago. I’ve never felt so far from home—or from anyone else. #Travel #TravelIsolation #LongHaulFeels188Share
