It is time to fly off again for job-related trip.
This months seems to be a “flying” month for me, as another trip may be planned out at the end of the month.
This post is not so much related to the travelling, but rather a song.
Remind me of a song by John Denver.
“All my bags are packed I'm ready to goI'm standing here outside your doorI hate to wake you up to say goodbye.But the dawn is breaking it's early morning
The taxi is waiting, he is blowing his hornAlready I'm so lonesome,
I could cry
So kiss me and smile for meTell me that you wait for me..Hold me like you never let me go
I'm leaving on a jetplane,I don't know when I'll be back againOh babe I hate to go….”
Sigh...
What a sentimental b*stard.
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