Airport Security

I think i may have dozed off a little on the plane.  I missed about thirty minutes of the movie Juno.  That's the most sleep i've had in the past 24 hours.  I would be exhausted, but my hunger seems to be overriding whatever emergency sleep mechanisms are in place.  It seems Vancouver terminal is in some sort of construction limbo so there's hardly anywhere to sit down and enjoy a meal.

Man, i'm so glad i found this internet terminal.  I didn't write down the number for the place i'm staying at in Japan so i was thinking about getting it off my email the whole flight.  I simultaneously love and hate that sitting in front of this little box can make me happy.  My trip suddenly felt very lonely when i got on the plane.  The guy beside me couldn't stop fiddling with his cell phone, even though you're not supposed to use them on the plane.  It felt even lonlier when i got off the plane into this huge terminal that takes 10 minutes to walk from one gate to another.  But as soon as i checked my email and found out that Curt and I are indeed going to be at Folkfest again this year, i couldn't be happier.

This will be an interesting experience travelling alone.  I know if i just loosen up and act normal, i could probably be meeting new people all over the place.  But there's just something about airports and airport security that makes me nervous.  It's like a feedback loop.  I start to get nervous because maybe there's something in my bag that i didn't know was there and they'll hassle me.  Then my just being nervous makes me nervous because then i'll look suspicious and so on.

Until the airplane's nose tilts up and the wings sink and settle comfortably on a cushion of air.  That part always feels good.  Like going over small hills in a car in fast succession.  That tingly stomach feeling.  You know the one.

Anyways, i've only got 2 minutes remaining on this here computer.  I guess i'm off to see the world.

Not without snagging a sandwich first.