It's 1 a.m.
I leave for Indianapolis at 10 a.m.
I'm not packing.
I've still got 9 hours.
I'm putting the finishing touches on my playlist for my ipod. I'm sending emails on facebook. I'm writing little notes in books that will be returned to various people. I'm thinking about laundry detergent. and towels. and luggage: expensive red luggage.
I get on a plane Sunday at 4 p.m. I fly from Indy to Chicago. I get on another plane at 8 p.m. from Chicago to London. I arrive at 9:30 a.m. and take a bus to Oxford. Then a taxi to Harris Manchester. After that I don't know what's really instore. Kind of. A little bit. I like the mystery.
I like knowing that England will be my home. I'll find the right places to go. I'll know the streets and be able to give someone directions. I feel a little bit like the main character from the movie L'Auberge Espagnol (The Spanish Apartment). If you haven't seen it, rent it. He talks about knowing the streets and corners.
But until then, I should probably put my life together and pack.
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I hope you hit up a few pubs and grab some pints. Good luck on the flight, I've always found planes enjoyable.
ReplyDeleteMiss you already. S'ok. Glad you're en route. Glad you'll be there. Glad you'll be back. So much love to you.
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