A petty dream

To fly business class.

As kid every time I’d be walking in from the front of the plane, I would look at the comfy chairs and wonder what it would feel like. Not that I had never sat in a comfy chair before. But I just wanted to experience what it felt like to sit there while 35,000 feet in the sky. That was it. I never thought twice about it.

That is, until I was paying for my own tickets. While searching for the lowest prices across websites, on flights landing at obscure out-of-city airports, awkward start times and unbearable layovers, my mind wandered back to this petty dream of mine. To fly business class.

The only difference was, now it no longer was about the chair, it was about my self-identity as a responsible spender. I could afford the ticket, but I couldn’t justify it to myself.

That is when I set a vanity goal for myself : the day when I buy a business-class ticket, without literally thinking twice about it, is the day I’ll have “made it”.

I don’t want a private jet or a helicopter, I just want to fly business.

Who knows, maybe one day I’ll write about that too.

Hope you enjoyed this. You can find me on Twitter @0xamogh. See you tomorrow!