I LoVe airports!

No one else I've talked to has really agreed with me. Yes, I'm aware that they are impersonal, stressful, not to mention you feel totally violated ("no I will not take off my shoes, belt and jacket for you..."), yada yada yada. Seriously though. I love them.

They are just so interesting.

Everytime I have been to the airport it is to go somewhere cool...so maybe I'm biased. There are millions of people to watch. Families going on vacation, with little kids wide-eyed and excited (that's still me), and business people with their blackberrys, laptops, etc. looking like they couldn't care less that they were flying somewhere new or interesting. There are people from the military, people meeting their families, friends, loved ones. Tired, happy, frustrated, sick, relieved, stressed, grateful, frowning, smiling PEOPLE! And then there is always that poor guy on stand by that's been sleeping in the corner for the past 20 hours...
Airports are sort of magical to me, they always give me that same adventuresome feeling in my stomach that is just d.e.l.i.g.h.t.f.u.l.
I love traveling.

A glamorous traveler...I am not.

I got to watch the sun set

And the sun rise

All within the space of about seven hours...the one and probably only perk to time differences!
Also, in case you were wondering...
Its about 50 times greener in real life.
I'm finally here in my cute little room with a huge window feeling pretty out of it but here is one more picture.

My new friend Moose.
Yes, he takes up the whole bed.

The First

Blogging.
Is that not the weirdest word? Who came up with it?
Maybe I'm the only one that thinks that.
This is me, this is my life, and these are my thoughts.

I started "A Blog" because:
a) Anything to be more like Kelli can't be bad.
b) I've always loved writing, always.
c) It's the best way to get my super rad future Swiss photos to those who want to see them.
d) I've been noticing that there is a huge hole where my creative spot used to be, and maybe this will help.

If no one ever read this...lets just say I wouldn't lose sleep over it.
But.
There is something semi-magical about sending your thoughts out into cyberspace. The mere fact that this is out there. Someone might come across it. Might see it. Might read it. The chance of that, however small, is in my mind, enough motivation to keep writing, really.

Because its different than a journal or diary.
Posting my musings for anyone who may or may not care to know them...
is sort of glorious.
Really.