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Day 19 of 100, Singapore

Three weeks after we were meant to have left, we found ourselves back at the airport again. With a different airline’s tickets in hand, not expecting a stuff up, but somewhat apprehensive regardless.

Ours is a relationship forged in transit, nurtured in motion. Checking in at the airport is a fixture in our lives, something we do all the time, with no residence in common. We cross borders to remain together, though travel for us has been easy. So easy, that we’ve come to think of it as a right, despite the occasional hiccup that remind us it’s pretty far from that.

Copenhagen, here I come!