Circling Overland...

[jchrisobrien]

When I got the inspiration for my entry, I was flying over New Jersey at 33,000 feet.

Day 1 of the vacation is drawing to a close, as I write from the computer in my aunt's house in Gerorgia. Someone once said the best way to prepare for a trip is to stay up really late the night before. Kudos to the person who made that statement, you know who you are.
I like flying. Especially on a plane that's only about half full, where the attendents tell you to stretch out and sit anywhere you like. My seat mate took her advice and relocated to the aisle next to me. I stayed put and began settling into my book. But as the engines whined to life, and the place began it's ascent, I put the book down and watched the ground receed. Roads with houses dotting ther sides, then islands, then low lying clouds that filled the sky like great cottony buffalo. I watched it all until the ground was a green and brown smear and my ears begin to pop. This is coming from a kid who never looked around him on long trips, or on the bus, but who dove into a book and didn't put it down until the journey ended. How often do you get a chance to see the world from 33,000 feet?
Coming down the landscape was much different from Boston. Plains and towns dominated the landscape up north. Down here, it's forests. Thick green forests with capillaries for roads, small housing communities, then more forests. Small ponds and rivers that are mud brown or toxic green, and more forests. Primevil isn't quite the right word for it. Frontierish comes closer.
My aunt met me at the airport, and I spent the night finishing dinner and being innudated with Kirsten Dunst movies: Drop Dead Gorgeous (which was drop dead funny) and Bring It On (hey, Kirsten and Faith and Glory doing cheerleading routines... who said all of life's pleasures had to be cerebral and sophisticated?) The movie was actually rather good for what it was. Not nearly as stupid as many of them out there.

Midnight... day 2 of the vacation has begun. More leisure, more playtesting, more movies... not Kirsten, something in a more Hannibal Lecter vein...

Comments

[spriggan.livejournal.com]

i always associate arriving at new places with sleep deprivation. for a while, the only places i was flying or driving to left me totally exahusted when i arrived. it makes the whole experience more surreal and exciting. being on an airplane only heightens on the experience; airplanes and airports are some of the strangest places to me, and i love being totally out of it while in them.

[silas7.livejournal.com]

What also made it surreal, is that I'm traveling alone. I can't remember the last time I did that; I've always been in the company of others, especially at airports. My past trips to Atlanta I've traveled with Ben or Clay; the same with Baltimore. I wandered the airports of Raleigh and Atlanta, bags slung over my shoulder, knowing my aunt would be there to get me at some point.

This could be addicting, I may have to travel more often.