Its time, the time to read the best flight report.
Its probably going to be the flight report of the month.
So..
I arrive at Gimhae Airport under perfect sunshine, holding the emotional weight of a Christmas where my gifts include a cheap mug, socks two sizes too small, and the realization that nobody knows me at all.
Busan is glowing like a tourism ad while I drag myself into the airport, freshly reminded that Santa clearly filtered me into the clearance section of humanity.
I check in for KE1826 while mentally checking out of the Christmas spirit, still haunted by the gift bag that screamed I bought this yesterday at a convenience store.
SECURITY
Nothing to hide except shame.
Security scans my bag and my soul. Both are mostly empty except for unresolved resentment and a box of chocolates I did not even like.
They call my boarding group and I walk forward like a man who unwrapped his presents knowing none of them would change his life.
The cabin is calm and festive. I am neither. My Christmas spirit was downgraded to basic economy.
On the seats, my leftover proteins for gorillas.
Did you know it is the cheapest way to intake protein?
I stare out the window, thinking about how the plane seat is more supportive than most people in my life.
The legroom is quite nice.
I feel ashamed about the way I dressed today.
I heard if you wear suit and tie you have chances to get upgraded.
So far , I only got upgraded to the losers section
The user manual + a shopping bag.
Not sure why they would give me a shopping bag but I will keep it to wrap my late christmas present
747F
We take off into golden sunlight, Busan shining below, while I emotionally eject a Christmas that felt like a practical joke.
The engines roar and we climb, unlike my expectations which stayed very low after receiving a novelty keychain.
The flight is smooth and short, just like the thought process behind my presents.
Korean Air the only flight company who cares about giving me something during the flight
I sip water and stare forward, wondering how people can be married, loved, and still receive thoughtful gifts. Incredible concept.
I got none of this
We descend into a grey, cloudy Seoul, which feels appropriate given the emotional weather report of my holiday season.
I dont deserve more than that
The sunshine disappears under the clouds, much like my remaining faith in Christmas generosity.
I can see the runways
We land smoothly, proving that some things in life are well managed, just not my expectations of others.
As the wheels hit the runway, I officially declare this Christmas a failed experiment.
We barely stopped and people are already rushing . Its always a mess like that but "that only happens in China" , people say.
Walking through the jet bridge, I feel lighter, maybe because distance from Busan also means distance from that gift exchange.
