In the Air
May. 11th, 2004 06:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
affrecaWell, not really. Currently in the Philly airport, wasting time. Watching people, investigating the airport. They have some pretty cool sculptures of planes made by a flock of birds hanging from the ceiling. I had plenty of time to view them, as the slidewalk was not moving!!
Then ate sushi. I love traveling, my stomach hates it. I get carsick, seasick, even trainsick (I did my part to lower the Japanese perception of Americans by loosing my lunch in a trashcan at Tokyo trainstation after my Christmas visit home). For airsickness, it is usually confined to an extreme lack of hunger. Or maybe it is just a reaction to plane food. Any case, I usually have to coax the tummy to accept anything for the first day or so. And it's worst if I'm already hungary. So this time I packed a couple of extra bean burritos in the carry on, since I have found Mexican fast food is one thing I will tolerate. I ate on a plane. Sushi also works, apparently, because I had to eat some when I saw the stand. Wasabi works!
I did sign the lease this morning. I have an appointment to take possession August 12. Soon I shall have a minitub!
One thing I love about traveling (or hate later) is that I use it to spend money. After dealing with online hostel reservations this morning I decided to get a Hostel International card. And since I was in lovely Larryville, it was just a matter of going to the travel agency that caters to college students. I kept eying the nice backpack next to me. Talked myself into buying it. The justifications are: the blue Pole had to patched last night (I've already done the backpack held together by bungee cord through several countries), it was on sale and... well, I did have another reason. Oh, it's smaller, and designed for exactly this type of trip. And it's amazing how much junk you can fit in a backpack.
On a similar note, traveling justifies Starbucks. I hate chains, as any good leftist chick should, and am very proud for the Starbuckslessness of Vermillion. But I love their chai. Though bouncy me is not a good idea for crosscontinetal travel. Nor is what it does to my bladder. But it feeds my addiction.
It is college backpack season. The scary thing is I am scruffier than most of the other backpackers I've seen. My ego wants to attribute that to the fact I'm paying for this with money I earned, not Mommy and Daddy's money. Most college students (I assume) are like I was, either having to earn money over the summer or interning somewhere to help their chances of grad school/career.
Love you all (if I know you, if you randomly found this page, I'll love you once we get to know each other).
-kel
the chatty (as you all know)
Then ate sushi. I love traveling, my stomach hates it. I get carsick, seasick, even trainsick (I did my part to lower the Japanese perception of Americans by loosing my lunch in a trashcan at Tokyo trainstation after my Christmas visit home). For airsickness, it is usually confined to an extreme lack of hunger. Or maybe it is just a reaction to plane food. Any case, I usually have to coax the tummy to accept anything for the first day or so. And it's worst if I'm already hungary. So this time I packed a couple of extra bean burritos in the carry on, since I have found Mexican fast food is one thing I will tolerate. I ate on a plane. Sushi also works, apparently, because I had to eat some when I saw the stand. Wasabi works!
I did sign the lease this morning. I have an appointment to take possession August 12. Soon I shall have a minitub!
One thing I love about traveling (or hate later) is that I use it to spend money. After dealing with online hostel reservations this morning I decided to get a Hostel International card. And since I was in lovely Larryville, it was just a matter of going to the travel agency that caters to college students. I kept eying the nice backpack next to me. Talked myself into buying it. The justifications are: the blue Pole had to patched last night (I've already done the backpack held together by bungee cord through several countries), it was on sale and... well, I did have another reason. Oh, it's smaller, and designed for exactly this type of trip. And it's amazing how much junk you can fit in a backpack.
On a similar note, traveling justifies Starbucks. I hate chains, as any good leftist chick should, and am very proud for the Starbuckslessness of Vermillion. But I love their chai. Though bouncy me is not a good idea for crosscontinetal travel. Nor is what it does to my bladder. But it feeds my addiction.
It is college backpack season. The scary thing is I am scruffier than most of the other backpackers I've seen. My ego wants to attribute that to the fact I'm paying for this with money I earned, not Mommy and Daddy's money. Most college students (I assume) are like I was, either having to earn money over the summer or interning somewhere to help their chances of grad school/career.
Love you all (if I know you, if you randomly found this page, I'll love you once we get to know each other).
-kel
the chatty (as you all know)
