For the last few weeks I have had freedom – freedom from assignments, textbooks and endless hours studying in order to gain a post-graduate teaching qualification.
And during those wonderful weeks of freedom I have had time to reflect upon a life once lived. And a good life it was. Flying around the world, partying in Paris, having slings in Singapore and lunching in LA.
But as the saying goes; all good things must come to an end. And so with wings clipped and and a life now lived with feet firmly planted on the ground, I thought a flying photo essay (the type of essay I prefer) was in order.
Enjoy…
stanley & bear 
you’ll have that life one day again!
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Ah Lucia, I actually don’t want that life again. But I will certainly travel regularly again, but in a very different way. Thank you for dropping by my blog 🙂
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Great capture of those good memories. I love the looking out of the airline jet at 30,000 feet!
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Thank you – and I was lucky enough to do so on a regular basis.
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Looks like your life was never boring during your flying years and it seems like it still informs how you see life now and what you want out if it now.
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