How am I going to fit all this stuff in my suitcases?
With a little time and organization...***
From my journal
Monday, December 28
The first day, then. I'm sitting on the plane, waiting for it to take off. Luckily I'm not next to anyone weird. Last time I was sitting next to an elderly guy who couldn't buckle his seatbelt, thought he was a bongo player in a pop band, informed me about Egyptians levitating and knowing the secrets of life, and lectured me about monarch butterflies. Not even joking.
I've been sleeping for an hour and a halfish, according to the people next to me. I couldn't seem to get any sleep last night - I dunno if it was nerves, or just my annoyingly uncomfortable futon, but I kept waking up.
The sky out the window is possibly the prettiest airplane sky I've ever seen. Usually the clouds have some breaks in them. Not so today. It could literally be two dimensional, a piece of paper divided in half, colored blue above and frosty white below. I've always wished I could fall through a cloud.
OK, it's been a few hours. We landed in San Diego. I met Seth, Sarah, Kiki (a man not a kid), and a grownup woman whose name I never learned. Then I met Courtney, Abby, Martha, Lindsay, Lindsey, Alex, Josh, Tyler, Chris, Mike, Meghan, Joyce, Erica, Emily...the list goes on and on. There are 181 of us. After the airport we boarded buses
and drove to a registration place so people who hadn't signed release forms could,
and drove to a registration place so people who hadn't signed release forms could,
2 comments:
No interesting old guys talking about levitating and ancient Egyptians and monarch butterflies? So sad!
what about the weirdo adult in the airport who insisted you'd be forevermore known as Kelsie Beers, B-E-E-R-S?
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