There is an eerie quiet in the apartment this evening. A noticeable lack of the sounds of a virtual jet off to a far off place. Unlike many, I always keep my sound on when simming. I landed an A321 in Sacramento a few hours ago. Although I could have flown back east again, I decided to call it quits for a while to let myself rest, pause and reflect.
Despite heading to bed and falling into a light sleep while listening to Skyfaring, I now find myself wide awake once more. Thinking and finding that I need to distract myself with something.
Under quarantine flight sim has become my life. Even more so than usual. I started my day, if you could call it that, with the 777 and a morning departure out of Johannesburg bound for JFK. Even with Orbx Global, the virtual African landscape isn’t much to look at. Wish I had the new openlc. The virtual Atlantic, of course, is a little better. I was going to cross The Atlantic and make my way home a day ago. On approach to Lisbon, though, I had glanced out at The Atlantic and thought, “No, Not Today.” So, I took a long detour through Johannesburg. Oh the things we do to ourselves.
I took some liberties with realism and lumped the two crew rest periods together. With auto cruise on I was able to sleep for a good portion of the rest period. When Alexia’s chime sounded I muttered snooze a few times. More liberties with reality. Despite the long leg and poor sleep the touch down on rwy 22l in JFK was smooth and I made a controlled exit at my intended highspeed. And, with that my 5,000 hour on projectFly was logged.
But, time zones being what they are, 6pm on The Eastcoast is 3pm for in my real world west coast location. Too early for real sleep. Thus, after a few short hours napping and scrolling the ever traumatic land of social media I found myself in the 321 trying and failing to avoid the worst of the weather west of JFK.
So, I hit the 5k mark and just kept flying. And, so long as I can, I’ll just keep flying. In these times it’s just about all I can do.