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MSFS 2024 - SU4 - Textron Cessna Citation Longitude - The Return Home..

The Return Home The Citation Longitude sat quietly on the apron at Genoa, its polished fuselage reflecting the noon's Mediterranean sunlight. For nearly a year this aircraft had been my office in the sky — frozen tarmacs of Nuuk, London fog, Dubai heat, New York winters, Singapore nights. Contracts signed at FL430, negotiations rehearsed over the Atlantic, jet lag measured in time zones rather than hours. But this flight was different. Τoday, the flight plan in the Garmin G5000 felt personal Today wasn’t business. Today I'm going home. I ran my hand along the fuselage during the walkaround inspection, more out of habit than necessity. The Longitude had carried me across continents without fail — a dependable partner in a year defined by airports instead of addresses. LIMJ was just another stop on paper, but this morning the engines would be pointed east, toward familiar skies. After startup, the Garmin avionics glowed alive in the dim cockpit. Clearance came quickly: "Citation Delta Echo Charly November One cleared to Athens via filed route..." The engines spooled smoothly, the sound instantly familiar — the quiet confidence of twin turbofans ready for another journey. Rotation came over the Ligurian Sea, Genoa shrinking behind me as the aircraft climbed through scattered cloud layers. Soon the Italian coast faded into a pale blue horizon. At FL430 the world looked distant and peaceful. The Adriatic slid beneath the wings, then the rugged mountains of the Balkans. The autopilot held steady, while my thoughts drifted. Sudenly, the cabin was eerily quiet... I looked back and noone was there.. for once, there were no demanding executives, no rustling spreadsheets. Just the soft glow of the sunset hitting the fine leather seats.. One year of flights. Hundreds of thousands of miles. Hotels instead of homes. Meetings instead of memories. I just watched the navigation display as the magenta line led steadily southeast. Toward Athens. Toward home. As I crossed the "heel" of Italy above Brindisi and began the trek across the Ionian Sea to Corfu, something changed in frequencies. The Italian controllers’ rhythmic lilt faded, replaced by the sharp, familiar cadence of Athens Control. "Citation Delta Echo Charlie November One, welcome. Descend to Flight Level One Five Zero, cleared PIKA One Quebec." Approach vectors guided me toward Athens International. In the fading light of the day, familiar shapes could be faintly seen below: Corinth Canal, islands on the horizon, the coasts of Attica, the lights of Athens, and the shape of Mount Hymettus rising beside the basin Gear down. Flaps set. The runway was a shining river of lights, guiding me home…. Touchdown was smooth — almost ceremonial. The Longitude rolled along the runway under the darkness of the approaching night, with the reverse thrust echoing briefly over the concrete. As the aircraft slowed to taxi speed, the realization settled in: There was nowhere else I needed to be tomorrow. No early departure. No meetings waiting. For the first time in a year, the journey was over. I returned home... 2026-02-27 15.16