Post from the Air

Okay, so this is supposed to be a travelling blog, as I am the Travelling Broad after all.

That thought came to mind as I pondered the great white clouds below me from the pigeon hole window belonging to row 13F. I haven't even talked about my travels - past or current, in any of my blogs! Well, what could I do about it at the moment, 7,000 feet above the ground?

The truth is, I could still write, even if I couldn't post. With a mental groan that always accompanies an act of anti-procrastination, I opened up my laptop and began to type...
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It’s brilliant outside – the sun is flashing through the airplane windown and blinding my laptop screen. I’m typing on faith while metatating on that Great, grey-shimmering lake visible below. So massive, it looks like an ocean, except for the ragged shoreline and smattering of smaller lakes that surround it. Perhaps it’s more like a giant puddle that someone has jumped into,. I slept for a good half of the flight and as we near landing, I’m finally fulfilling my urge to write. I hope we have at least ten more minutes – I realise I want to talk.

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Everything moves so quickly. I was thinking that earlier this morning when Nicholas and I arrived at the airport much sooner than I remembered, and then we bipased the usual check-in hassles when I droppped off my luggage with nary a wait (thanks to online check-in.) This departure was going faster than I wanted and being caught up in my feelings of haste, I misread the giant analog clock and with a gasp, went to hug Nicholas goodbye, at which point he gently informed me I had an hour before I needed to go through customs.

Sometimes, Time is on our side.

So we ordered drinks and ate our Saskatchewan cream cheese bagles that we had oh-so-smartly prepared at home. That precious hour was just what I needed to mentally prepare for this giant move.

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More tomorrow. Tonight I'm off with Emily to catch Ben Watt dj at the Century Room.