Up Up an Away

Picture a crowded airport check-in area-- blurry eyed travelers, carts with mounds of luggage in front of them , shifting on their feet, contemplating the meaning of life at 4 AM as they wait for officially blue-suited airline crew members to ask the all important question-- "Did you pack your own bag?" In front of the check-in counter, a harried, grey-haired woman is kneeling on the floor by her one lonely, OPEN suitcase grabbing handfuls of undies and shirts, a random shoe, and stuffing them into a limp black sports bag. ???



That's me. One single bag, weighing in at 27.6 kg. Next to me an asian woman with a cart piled so high she can barely be seen sails through her check in process while I am forced to repack in the middle of the airport. While I'm still under my 30kg limit, I can't have any one bag weigh in at more than 23 kg. ??? How do these other people get away with it??

Anyway, a couple of legs , 18 and 1/2 hours, and a few dried out tastless in-flight meals later, I'm here! Back in the US of A. I have 2 more domestic flights to pack my way through on this month-long sojourn which I truly don't want to think about just yet. I need coffee first!

To Blog or not to Blog

I am finally succumbing to the trend -- I, who have never been able to keep up a diary or even an organizer or planner for more than a couple of months, am taking out a lease, attempting to become a denizen of cyberspace. Why? Well, why not? I've facebooked and Hi5-ed so I might as well try something new. Problem is, what do I write about? Why should anyone (even myself) want to read these dribblings? Maybe no one will.
And on that note, I think it's time for another cup of coffee!