I could talk at length about holding patterns.
Or a light drizzle.
I could talk at length about being given the boarding pass for another person.
Or, going through LGA without having my ID checked against my face against my boarding pass even once.
I could talk at length of the absurdity of taking a vacation day just to travel.
Or how I knew I would (and did) need it in the end.
I could talk at length as to why when I got up at 4:30, it took me until almost 22:00 to get home, only just over a thousand miles away.
But, you’ve heard it all before. Travel, you see, is designed with the sole purpose of sucking away your will to live.