World Traveler

I just picked up my boarding pass to London, and, needless to say, it made me smile. I couldn't help but take a picture: WORLD TRAVELER. My young-aspiring-traveler-former-self-me would be so proud. I know the title has to do more with the ticket and destination than the holder of the ticket, but a girl can dream.

Anyways, we're off. The new adventure has begun. I'm quite excited, as Stuart can attest to. I couldn't stop tapping/hitting him in the car ride to the airport (sorry Stuart). It feels good to be leaving. I don't have to worry about any loose ends that I forgot to tie. It's all out of my hands...for the most part. I don't have to think about what more I can be doing or what I let slip through the cracks. It feels good.

I feel free. And tired. Ready to sleep for 9 hours on this upcoming flight.

But in the meantime, I'm sitting here in the airport. I met a nice couple from New Zeland, and they say things like "loo," so that's fun. The boy next to me just came out to a friend via skype, and then took it back. Or something. So that was weird. I ate some gross Chinese food, which was not at all like the non-existent Mexican food I wanted, but whatever. And now I'm having flashbacks to Costa Rica, the last time I used this computer. The mouse kind of has a mind of it's own and jumps all over, causing me to have to reposition it so I don't write sentences inside of sentences. That probably doesn't make sense, but that's okay.

I get into London at noon tomorrow (or "half day" as the Kiwi said). Then a 4pm flight to Zurich, where will find a train to take me to David.

Let the games begin!!