This is my second time in an airport, and my first past the gates at YVR. So I don’t know what I am doing or where I need to be (and I am here very, very early). They probably think I’m a huge dork. And all I can think is this: what happens once I get to an airport that is probably 100 times bigger than this one in a country where they do not speak the language after being trapped on a plane for 11 hours (which I suspect will make me vaguely retarded)?
It was hard to say goodbye to Mike this morning (picture attached – ha ha Mike… didn’t warn you that being near me when I have a camera is just about the same as signing a waiver that I can post your picture on the internet, did I??), and I’m going to miss him very much. It will be hard to go from seeing someone every day to not at all. So if you know Mike, be nice to him because I’m sure for the next three or four months he will be walking around all sad and stuff (ha!).
Alright kids, I don’t have much more to say right now. I can hear airplanes, and they have finally put up my flight on the boarding gates (but I still can’t board, I think I mentioned that I’m ridiculously early). Wish me luck.