when i was a kid, and we lived in hong kong, we would sometimes take family vacations to thailand. my parents, jeremy, and i on a plane. i loved those flights - dad with his cards, mom in a novel, jeremy on the gameboy, and me with my feet dangled off my seat, trying to imagine the sky beneath a layer of cheap carpet and some aluminum.

my graduation ceremony is in a bit more than one week and i'm passing on the parties that night. my parents and jeremy are coming up. my parents are divorced now and hardly ever talk, and jeremy's going to college in the fall. i can't imagine any other time we'll be on the same plane together.

this is a flight that i can't miss.