I’m in America again!

Screen Shot 2015-12-17 at 21.17.44.png

I love airports. All the people hustling about, each one starting their own adventure. The atmosphere is thick with the perfect ratio of excitement, nervousness, and anticipation.

I love airplanes. That exhilarating moment when the wheels leave the ground. All kinds of people sit calmly around me. A PhD student is opening his notebook. A middle age woman is flipping through the on-flight movie selection. A businessman is already snoring deeply. I sit still with hands folded neatly in my  lap. I am straining my neck as inconspicuously as possible to get a better view out the window. On the inside I’m doing cartwheels and wondering how all these people can be so calm. Here we are, casually breaking the laws of gravity together. We are going up up up. The houses have become ants and now we are shooting through a layer of clouds. I want to scream, but I plug my headphones on instead and turn on some opera music to calm myself.

I don’t love airline food. But I do love the sweet flight attendants gossiping in the back of the plane. One of them has blonde hair that lies a full two full inches away from her head. I wonder if anyone has ever mentioned to her that there is such a thing as too much volume.

I do love plane flights but after 11 hours on the penultimate row of a jumbo jet on a very turbulent route, I wonder why planes were invented in the first place. I rarely get motion sick, but my head is spinning and I feel like I’m going to throw up. I focus my mind: I am about to see my family. We are going to eat good food. Family. Food. Worth it.

And now I am here. I’d really like to sleep for 10 days, but there is a wedding to plan and a thousand stories to tell. Obviously, there ain’t no time for jet lag. Excuse me while I put my mind back together (or rather, make myself another cup of tea). When I’m a bit more coherent I’ll write a more sensical blogpost. Tune in next time to hear about the British food I brought back for my family and how they liked it.

How is your winter break coming along? 

Author: Susanna

I'm Susanna, a 20-year-old Christian girl incorrigibly addicted spontaneous adventures. My first dream was to become a pioneer. Unfortunately, I was born a couple centuries late, so I've decided to read, cook, run, and travel the world until my time machine is finished. You'll mostly likely find me getting into trouble and/or eating licorice. I am currently blogging the misadventures of a middle-school teacher in training. Come join me on my quest to become the next Ms. Frizzle!

5 thoughts on “I’m in America again!”

    1. Thanks! I’m happy to be back as well. It has been a whirlwind trip so far, just preparing for my brother’s wedding. But I’m hoping to breath a little today after the wedding is over and actually take in the fact that I am with my family and back in America.

      Like

Leave a comment. Make my day.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s