I could never get enough of the airport vibes. It had been days now– merely more than a week since I flew in to Chicago from L.A., but it seemed like forever. I loved airports. I loved everything about travelling- and I couldn't say I wasn't bummed when we didn't spend much time there. Quite literally didn't. We entered, got our passports checked, baggage submitted, passed security checks all in barely an hour and without any waiting or shopping, passed directly to Niklaus' private jet.
Yes, he had a private plane.
I was amused, but not shocked. Within fifteen minutes of being seated in the plane, we were on the runway and taking off.
I loved the speed, and I loved looking out of the window, the city lights slowly beginning to appear especially during night time and then disappearing in
