The last time I was blogging in an Airport....

(This was handwritten in the Atlanta airport on December 15th) I was in Amsterdam suffering all kinds of exhaustion from the 10 hour flight and the slap upseide the head given to me by the jet lag and time change. Although impressed by the ammenities on the flight I was more than frustrated that I was not allowed to do what I have done in every American airport I have been to plus the airport in Aruba...sit at my gate! Moving on, whats past is past, right now I am sitting in the Atlanta airport handwriting this blog and reveling in the wonder that is full use of my iPhone's capabilities for the first time in 3 months. Why, you ask, am I handwriting my blog, you ask, well a number of reasons. The internet costs money here, my cell phone is being put to other use, and the last reason, even if I typed this up I would have to post date the publishing after Christmas because my homecoming is a surprise to some family members although maybe not at this point, who knows.

So back to the events of today which will end up being 24+ waking hours before I sleep again. I woke up at 4 am for my 5 am taxi which arrived at 5:45. Once at the Manchester airport there was waiting, lines, more lines, lines that turned into to other lines and then more waiting distracted by ginger bread chai, which as Meredith would say is "Christmas in a cup" and mine had extra extra cinnamon. I actually managed to finish the book I (barely) started on the flight to Manchester during the time I waited at the airport (All American Girl by Meg Cabot, give it to the teen and tween girls in your life). I was not nearly as impressed with this flight as I was with the other so I don't feel the need to go into nearly as much detail. The good news is I slept! For two hours separated into half hour chuncks but still that sleep felt wonderful considering I tossed and turned and only slept for two hours the night before. I didn't get a choice of movie because they were shared slightly larger screens with big ones on the section dividers (think the opening scene in Charlie's Angels if you haven't been on an international flight that has them) its like a messed up disproportionate movie theater. So New Years Eve was broken, I slept through halfish of Liberal Arts (it has Ted Mosby in it) and I watched all of Safety Not Guaranteed (one bathroom break) which I found really funny. When I wasn't snoozing or watching a movie I was listening to music and re-reading Perks of Being a Wallflower (almost finished). Also there was an abundance of babies on the flight and they didn't cry but they were adorable and made me miss my buddies at Anjee's house.

The next task is to kill 3 hours in this airport and then 5 and a half more before I go running (my bags are heavy so maybe not literally) through the PortlandAirport to hug my mother and father. That will make this shattered feeling all worth it. I'm well excited.