Travelog
Perhaps it is true what they say and people are the same everywhere; but everywhere is not the same. Sitting in a bedroom in New York, wearing leggings and a vest and socks and still feeling chilly; I'm still the same person I was a week ago but I'm definitely not in Barbados anymore and closer to Kansas than I ever thought I'd be .
The faces and the accents are different, the skyline simply isn't the same but once I'm in a room with a bed and my net-book the fact that I am fifteen stories up hardly means a thing. I'm comfortable here.
I wasn't in Florida and I definitely wasn't on the flight into New York, where turbulence and an ear ache affirmed my hatred of flying. I was questioning my sanity - not just in entering a tin tube and taking my life into the hands of the wind and two men I'll never meet but in taking the trip at all with my friend.
I have never felt so desolate and lonely in my whole entire life as I did in descent to JFK. I was in pain and I felt alone. I wanted to be home with a passion that some would call juvenile. Nothing would ever be good and right again.
I don't feel that way now, not sure where the feeling went but I certainly don't miss it. I'm looking forward to Philadelphia and the hundreds of knitting supplies waiting in my Granny's closet that I have bought and sent there over the last few months.
I said before I am comfortable in my room in my friend's family's apartment and I know it is chilly outside and I don't want to leave. Not for all the pizza, yarn and sales in the world.
The faces and the accents are different, the skyline simply isn't the same but once I'm in a room with a bed and my net-book the fact that I am fifteen stories up hardly means a thing. I'm comfortable here.
I wasn't in Florida and I definitely wasn't on the flight into New York, where turbulence and an ear ache affirmed my hatred of flying. I was questioning my sanity - not just in entering a tin tube and taking my life into the hands of the wind and two men I'll never meet but in taking the trip at all with my friend.
I have never felt so desolate and lonely in my whole entire life as I did in descent to JFK. I was in pain and I felt alone. I wanted to be home with a passion that some would call juvenile. Nothing would ever be good and right again.
I don't feel that way now, not sure where the feeling went but I certainly don't miss it. I'm looking forward to Philadelphia and the hundreds of knitting supplies waiting in my Granny's closet that I have bought and sent there over the last few months.
I said before I am comfortable in my room in my friend's family's apartment and I know it is chilly outside and I don't want to leave. Not for all the pizza, yarn and sales in the world.
Good for you for taking your travel into your own hands and just doing it!! will you spend Thanksgiving with relatives in Philly? whatever you do, have a wonderful time, you've earned it!
ReplyDeleteYou gotta get out at least for the yarn. Where are you in BK? I'm not sure if my profile allows you to email me, but you can contact me through Rav. If you have the time, we can probably meet up if you have time before PA.
ReplyDeleteOther than that, I'm glad you're having a good time despite the flight and I hope it continues to be a great trip.
Holy smokes, I've been out of touch for awhile! Wish I had read this sooner - am hoping I can make your flight back less painful. I have always had similar ear issues while traveling till I bought "Ear Planes." you can get them at most any drugstore, but I find them mostly at Walgeens. Won't fly without them period. Hope your travels are joyous from here onward!
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