Gosh, I’m so annoyed!
Leaving for the airport in a bit. We almost extended our vacation by a few days, but I’m glad we didn’t. As much as I love it here, I’m ready to get this last little bit over with. Ready to see (the rest of) my family, ready to see my friends, ready to play with my puppy, ready to sleep in my own bed, and, most importantly to me right now, ready to not have to get on a plane again for a long, long time.
I’m expecting the flights back to be better than the flights over, mostly because I flew just a couple weeks ago. Still, I’m concentrating very hard on how annoying it is fly. Isn’t it annoying? You have to sit in a cramped seat for hours on end, the food is gross, the movies are boring, the turbulence is *uncomfortable* (not scary), it’s too loud to carry on a normal conversation, someone’s bound to be kicking your seat back, and there’s no internet. What an inconvenience! How boring and tedious flying is!
I doubt that I will ever be *happy* to get on a plane, but if I can convince myself that I’m *annoyed*, that’s a victory in my book. Being annoyed is ten trillion times easier to deal with than being afraid.
Looking forward to touching down on a Houston runway, but until then I will be VERY ANNOYED.
EDIT (18 hrs later): Home! Huzzah!