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I love travelling. LOVE IT. But it was China and Hong Kong last week, then back to Toronto, today Saskatoon and tomorrow Victoria. I can’t keep up with my time changes – I just hope that at some point at a high cruising altitude, they’ll all clash and kill each other and jet lag will be no more. But this is the thing about jet lag. It’s not always awful. Usually when I come back from Asia I want to go to sleep at 6 p.m. and then I’m up at 2 a.m. wandering around the apartment in a haze.
This time, I think because I slept on the plane, I became a total night owl – and I’m never a night owl. And it was a whole new world. I got to sleep in naturally, without any sleep aids whatsoever (okay, almost none) and I could get work done in the evening, when usually I’m only productive in the morning, and then I felt all hip, like it was SICK, baby, because I was up late when all the lame-asses were asleep. I felt like I should live in a loft! And be wearing high-heeled gladiator shoes by obscure Slovakian designers!
But now that I’m in Saskatoon, I’ve just shaved two hours off my late nights because of the time difference.
So I’m only going to be sort of a late-night cool person, and tomorrow in Victoria, I’m going to lose another two hours (one hour?) and then I’ll be back to being a boring morning person. No, no! Don’t make me go back! Jet lag, how could you do this to me? How could you let me down? Just goes to show, what goes around comes around – and if you travel far enough you’ll get back to where you began.