The Fly

I wrote this on the plane on the way up here yesterday...

So after my iTunes-imported movie Into the Wild cut out after 1 hour and 17 minutes, I thought the best way to further kill time was to write some more! I’m currently en route to Seattle, WA from Chicago. We took off around 3:30pm CST, so it is anywhere between 5:35 and 3:35pm now. According to the handy dandy map in the back of the Alaska Airlines magazine, this flight goes through Illinois, Wisconsin, Minnesota, North Dakota, Canada (Manitoba, Katchewan, Alberta, British Columbia), and then Washington. I haven’t been to any of these places other than IL and WI, so this is exciting to me.

Air travel—and layover travel, for that matter—has been interesting so far. It’s been quite a workout lugging my duffel full of anvils around various airports. I gave up carrying it on my shoulder after awhile and decided to drag it on the ground. On my flight from OKC to Chicago, I found a note on a napkin in my seat from a somewhat secret admirer (it had his name but no way for me to identify him) after I got back from the “lavatory”. On this flight, I got the outstanding privilege of sitting behind two screaming toddlers and beside a mom and her 11-month-old son (who was, thankfully, significantly quieter). Good times.

My dad got to come home from his business trip last night instead of after I left today, so it was really great to have the whole family together right before I had to take off. It was still hard, though. I was already crying when I hit the middle of airport security. I will really miss them, but I look forward to keeping in touch via snail mail. This is how a technology-spoiled college student can work on her penmanship skills. I’m going to have to draw the line at cursive, though.