Some mid-sky ponderings

I’m en route on my flight to New York, and I have a feeling that I’m somewhere over the Midwest because we are about an hour and a half away from landing. I passed out at the very beginning of my flight and just woke up. And guess what? It wasn’t on the middle aged Asian man that I’m sitting next to. I don’t know if I’ve told many people about the time that once en route to Chicago I passed up and woke up realized I was entirely sleeping on the shoulder very attractive 26 or something year old businessman sitting next to me. I mean I wasn’t laying on his lap by any means but my head was just resting on his right shoulder as he was typing away on his computer. Instead of getting up quickly and apologizing frantically, I realized that there was only about 15 minutes left before we landed, so just “rested my eyes” there for the duration of the flight. Once we landed, I jolted back up and said I was so sorry, that I didn’t realize I did it. He just smiled at me and it was fine and he hoped that I had sweet dreams. Definitely saved for an awkward 15 minutes at the end of the flight if I would have had to sit next too him completely embarrassed. But seriously. What a babe, right? I wonder what he’s up to these days, and if he ever thinks of me when he jets around.

Anyway if I fell asleep next to this guy on my left he would probably grunt under his breath and push me away with one of his loafers on the ground that he removed from his feet for the flight. Or pour his second coffee with three sugars in my hair. I know he isn’t reading this as I type because he is feigning interest into the episode of the office that they are playing on the TVs. He doesn’t seem like the type to normally watch TV. He rubs his neck with his thumb and pointer fingers and gazes out the window as if he is anxious to get off, get on with his life. It’s kind of bizarre to be suspended in the air. None of us can go anywhere, we can’t effect what is happening below us, or what the world will be like when we land.

After I land I will have about 3 hours left in America. I will probably scrounge the airport for some apples. All-American meal right there! I wonder how many apples I will be able to find in Spain. I will thoroughly miss my South Dining Hall sliced apples overflowing the small scratchy brown bowls that I have been washed by thousands of different hands behind the tray conveyor. Random thought, but I’ve always wanted to write a little note and leave it on my tray saying thank you with a little note of encouragement on it. I’m definitely going to do that when I get back to school.

I’m already missing my family, incredibly. When I left this morning it didn’t feel like I wasn’t going to see them for months. I know my mom cried on the way back from the airport to home, and probably will get teary-eyed again when she goes in my bright yellow room and sees stray pieces of clothing draped over my unmade made. I love you, mom! I may not be home, but I never won’t be your daughter. You’re stuck with me, lady, and I love you with all my heart even though you gave Kari a corset and not me!! Just kidding, we know she will get more use from it anyway (:

ALSO! I thought that I left my ipods at home, but I finally just found them, they slipped into a little pocket of my backpack. Hallelujah. Celebrate the little things.

always yours, warmly and loving,

Kjerstin