Flying west, on the other hand, seems so natural. I fall into step with the time zone with little effort, likely due to spending most of my life in it.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Flying East
It is not the destination, but the direction, that is a problem. Flying east seems to vex me, no matter how small the time change. My body rebels against me with pitiful sleep the night before and no desire to adapt to the time zone.
Flying west, on the other hand, seems so natural. I fall into step with the time zone with little effort, likely due to spending most of my life in it.
I look forward to spending the week with my collegues and learning new things, but when it is over I will be heading west again, chasing the sun and looking forward to the sunset over the Pacific.
Flying west, on the other hand, seems so natural. I fall into step with the time zone with little effort, likely due to spending most of my life in it.
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