Follow the Fortune Cookie

Flight Prep

"Psych Major by day, Deadly Ninja by night." ~CafePress
Currently listening to: "Bitter Earth/On The Nature of Daylight" - Max Richter
Currently reading: "The Invisible Sex" - J.M. Adovasio

Never underestimate your time when you're potentially getting on a plane, especially if it's not something you do on a regular basis.

This time hasn't been so bad. I'm only going to be gone about five days, and I'm not leaving the U.S. so there's no worry about customs. Packing was no problem either. The heaviest thing I'm bringing are me text books even though I have a feeling nothing will get done. I'm not going to choose to procrastinate until I actually get there. Trying to make a show when looking at my perspective university.

The funny thing about this entire process has been my mom. She hasn't been on a plane for about five years when we took a little flight from Burbank (<--- sucky airport) to Las Vegas for my brother C~'s wedding. Although her former job had her flying almost every two weeks, she's never been able to feel comfortable about "soaring through the sky in a flying death tube". I promised to buy her a drink when we get in the air as she cut off the circulation in my air the last time we sat together. Only have to worry about take off, turbulence, and landing. No problem...

My eldest brother S~ asked me if I was nervous. In truth, not really. In my head I have all of this all worked out. I've spent my entire life in California. I've lived among the suburban hordes, the downtown urban set, between fields of lettuce and carrots, and beehives of apartments. North. South. Central. Coast. There's nothing left for me here. Don't get me wrong, my family is here and I'll be making many a train/plane ride back in the future. However, I can't stall my life anymore to fit their needs. Washington will be a good fit for a while. The place is beautiful and open and has great potential. It's time to move on.

The backpack is sitting up against my bookshelf waiting to go. My half of the duffel bag is stacked with layers just in case of weather weirdness - Ireland taught me that. There's a book that probably won't get me through the week, but we'll see what I conjure up while I'm there. All phone calls have been made. Sleepless night in front of me.

Nothing but good time ahead. I'll catch you up north.