The Great Journey Begins
Well…here goes nothing….
I’m on the plane. Got through security much quicker than I expected to. And had 20 minutes to futz about before the plane started boarding. The international terminal is a dead zone. No people. No food choices.
It was odd.
The plane’s nice. Cozy. A sea of Indian and African faces.
But it takes the pressure of me.
Hearing Brit accents from the cabin crew tickles me.
I’ve got 12 hours of music created by my roommate to keep me company on my journey. On song 14 of 175 and so far I am quite pleased. I found it serendipitous and ironic that the first song that played was “Taking the Wheel.”
I’ve got butterflies. Mixed emotions. Random thoughts. And I think the woman next to me is trying to set up her own studio apartment in her chair.
On snap – “On the Deck of a Spanish Sailing Ship.” Yes, Tony. Yes.
Also. I still haven’t slept.
And now the doors are closing. So I must turn this off.
When I resume. I shall be in the UK.