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Early tomorrow morning I'm braving the airport and flying off to New Hampshire for one of those pesky holiday family gathering-type events. This is rather exciting, considering I haven't gone anywhere en avion since I was five. Though it was, as far as I've been told, an utter fiasco thanks to an unexpected and unappreciated blizzard, I have no recollection of the experience to speak of besides a vague notion of Cheetohs.
So for all intents and purposes, it's flying for the first time. I am not, however, at all nervous about the flying. It's the airport that has me jittery. Because honestly? I'd take plummeting to the ground in a fiery ball of flame over a strip-search any day, thanks much.
Upon my return I promise there will be blurry and way-way-way-too-close-up pictures, because this digital zoom, it fascinates!
Till Saturday, then.
So for all intents and purposes, it's flying for the first time. I am not, however, at all nervous about the flying. It's the airport that has me jittery. Because honestly? I'd take plummeting to the ground in a fiery ball of flame over a strip-search any day, thanks much.
Upon my return I promise there will be blurry and way-way-way-too-close-up pictures, because this digital zoom, it fascinates!
Till Saturday, then.