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On the plane, October 29
Oct. 31st, 2010 08:43 am(post-posted, but you 'd have figured that out in a second anyway.)
So here I am at *checks seat computer* 37,000 feet, about to cross the border from Romania to Bulgaria, and trying to figure out whether my slightly deranged efforts to avoid jet lag are working. (I think they might be, but it's hard to say, yet.) I'll be landing in Istanbul in about an hour, with hardly a word of Turkish to call my own, and now that the grogginess has worn off a hair, I'm pretty fucking excited about it.
In my mind leading up to it, this trip has been "going to see Kate" rather than "vacationing someplace awesome," possibly because that thought was better at keeping me going through the last few weeks. But now that the coincidental work-related complications are all dealt with and the bullshit of trying to follow a dozen contradictory instructions from the airline is all done, I'm suddenly totally amped about getting out of the country for the first time in six years. Holy shit, even just walking around aimlessly in the cities is going to be so awesome.
And that's about all I have to say about that. Not feeling particularly pensive or worried; it could just be the breakfast after a 20 hour fast talking, but all feels right with the world.
So here I am at *checks seat computer* 37,000 feet, about to cross the border from Romania to Bulgaria, and trying to figure out whether my slightly deranged efforts to avoid jet lag are working. (I think they might be, but it's hard to say, yet.) I'll be landing in Istanbul in about an hour, with hardly a word of Turkish to call my own, and now that the grogginess has worn off a hair, I'm pretty fucking excited about it.
In my mind leading up to it, this trip has been "going to see Kate" rather than "vacationing someplace awesome," possibly because that thought was better at keeping me going through the last few weeks. But now that the coincidental work-related complications are all dealt with and the bullshit of trying to follow a dozen contradictory instructions from the airline is all done, I'm suddenly totally amped about getting out of the country for the first time in six years. Holy shit, even just walking around aimlessly in the cities is going to be so awesome.
And that's about all I have to say about that. Not feeling particularly pensive or worried; it could just be the breakfast after a 20 hour fast talking, but all feels right with the world.