Staring into the tired eyes of the attendant who is sluggishly walking past row after row gifting travelers with newspapers and fake smiles, my mind begins to wander.

Being carried away by the unfortunate mixture of long flights, bad breath, and putrid aroma of poop.

If you have the option to… don’t ever sit next to the restrooms on an international flight… shit, or ANY fight of that matter.

I’ve been out of the game so long that all the mental notes I used to store in my tips & tricks bank has vanished with the memories.

“Ah yes, where were we. German read? No? German read? Here ya go. German rea…” he continues as his excitement disappears with each interaction.

“Ladies and gentlemen thank you for joining us on flight 960 with service to Frankfurt. I’ve just been informed that our flight will last a little over 7 hours. Please be aware of our German speaki…”

Mind still afloat. Half ass listening to the information of our travel and half ass trying to prepare myself for what’s to come. Good or bad. It’s still so surreal that it took for my grandma to pass for me to pack up and go to Nigeria.

Let me sleep for the rest of this flight.