I'm sitting at the airport about to board a plane to Colorado. Actually, it's stopping in Seattle first. Then on to Colorado. I'm going there to celebrate my little
cousin's sister's high school graduation.
Don't you think we could be sisters? I mean I call her my sister and stuff and she let's me borrow her clothes when I come over. Plus, I know you're still looking at this pic trying to figure out which on is me... I'm on the right. So from now on I will refer to her as my little sister. (Her name is Anneliese but I call her Ansalee.)
Anywho, here I am alone at the airport.
I always feel awkward (I could just end the sentence there) traveling alone. There's no one to chit chat with while I redress myself and repack my bags after security. I sit by myself picking at my gourmet airport food. The rolling sound my mini suitcase makes on the breaks between tile embarrasses me. Trying to fit belongings to last a week in a tiny rolling duffle is one thing, but trying to carry it, roll it, and balance it on the escalator is another. I'm nervous to lift it into the overhead compartment and then down again. Twice because of the plane change. At first I was worried I'd forget to take my bag off the plane with me because this is the first time I'm not checking it in, but now I'm so worried about how the heck I'm gonna get that thing up and down that there's no way I'm gonna forget it.
I need someone to dull these thoughts!
Reading this makes me feel like a spaz, but the truth is... I am.
and I'll feel crazy until I'm in bed tonight.
Boy I'm gonna sleep well.