The Gabtrotter

I couldn’t believe it was less than a 12 hour flight from Brisbane to LA. I’m sitting in the LA airport right now and it feels so good to be in America, but I can’t lie… for at the same time it feels SO weird. I feel like a stranger in my own country, disoriented, unadjusted. It’s comforting to hear people speaking with an American accent, and I just had a breakfast that would have cost me about 30 dollars in Australia (ok, ok– I’m exaggerating, but still). I didn’t like how I had to give the guy a tip though!

I had incredible luck with checking my bags, but I’ll talk about that once I get to Boston – I don’t want to jinx my luck. Until then…

Sara gave me a beautiful medium sized journal, to update along my trip. I am using that to write in when I am not connected to the internet, and then I just update my journal accordingly using those entries… I digress:

I’m not really sure why I started this journal using Pacific Time, I know it was because of the trip to LAX, but does that really make sense? Eh, maybe… but to me it still feels like a 9:30 PM on the East Coast, not the 6:30PM of the Pacific. It’s the kind of 9:30 that leaves you falling asleep on the couch, and the sleep that just crept up on you, it had you nodding for a while, but you felt it was just too soon to go to sleep. The reason you are this tired is because the past few days, or even weeks just blew by you. You are in sleep debt. One of the easiest debts in this world to pay off, and because of that, it at times lasts the longest. Needless to say, it doesn’t feel like the 9:30 that is the beginning of an adventure.

I’ve been passing the time watching the final season of Six Feet Under; I’ve watched three so far. I want to watch two more before we land. Then, I’ll have another five shows until the show is over.

(4:17PM Eastern)

The excitement has really started to kick in. I just look around the airport and am overwhelmed with anticipation. LAX here I come.

Funny thing overheard at Boston Logan International Airport:

“What is a flee market like, is it indoors or outdoors?”

It’s 12 and I leave at 5. I’ve said most of my goodbyes, and most of what I have is packed. I still worry that I’m forgetting something. I’m excited, but it hasn’t really sunk in yet. I still have to weigh the bags before I go, to make sure they are less than 50 pounds… I’m going to do that now.

I should be in LAX 11PM Eastern Time. Until then.