Year 7, day 1 without flying, seeing our cultural and individual addictions
On March 22, 2016 my flight from Paris landed in New York. Before embarking on that trip, I had started to second guess how I had weighed my values to conclude flying was overall good. Today marks the first day of my seventh year without flying. I've traveled and seen more of the world and its people more in this time than when I flew. I grew up flying. My American parents met in India, where we lived a year of my childhood. Many close family members lived flying distance away, a trend that increased as more family members moved farther away. As a history professor who studied mostly India, my father's livelihood and identity relied on flying. My older sister lived years in Israel…
