After a 7 hour red-eye flight where even being in business class has not helped the lack of sleep, I am relieved to have a lounge to go to. It is a new sensation for me to go from landing on a plane to being in a shower within 30 minutes, and it’s almost worth the price of business class alone. I’m still genuinely unable to eat anything after my final day in New York binge, so I am content to curl up on a chair with a cup of tea and a book for a while, eschewing the multitude of hot and cold breakfast options. Eventually, Dad comes to pick me up so I can go nap in my own bed at home, and the job is done.