Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Une Grande Aventure

This probably isn't the latest I've been up packing for a flight that takes place in a few hours. However, this is probably the sickest I've felt pre-boarding in a long time. I went to bed close to 11 pm and woke up around 2 am just so I could commence packing (although, in my defence, I'd laid out my stuff to be packed on the floor, and just hadn't put them in my backpack).

I'm also in a bit of a state, having discovered that I'm not able to check-in online due to some complexity to do with codesharing airlines and purchasing tickets via an online travel agent. Has anyone ever experienced this before? I'm not too stressed out as que sera, sera, but, while on the phone with Expedia earlier, I heard a tremor in my voice that I hadn't heard in a long time, much to my embarrassment. The last time I sounded that panicky to someone who didn't know me was when I missed my flight back to Singapore close to a decade before and had no idea what to do.

And, as a testament to my infinite wisdom, I've been going on a few dates before my months of travel. I've mentioned once or twice before that I honestly wasn't feeling it because I just kept thinking of the time I'd be away, and that it probably wouldn't work because the time would just kill anything if there was anything, but, as it turns out, I have a few dates to come back to, so... erm, go, me!

Of course, as with any trip, there's always the possibility one meets someone. I don't think that'll be the case here, as I haven't been on OKCupid or anything similar asking to meet up with people, at least in the US leg of things, although I have been tempted just to meet people who want to meet up for dancing, but... well, I could still do so over the next few days if I really feel like it.

Yes, there are people that I'll be hoping to visit in Washington, D.C., but, I'll tackle that bridge when I come to it.

Honestly, if you'd ask me a few weeks ago whether I could even conceive of myself as being in this position, I would have said no, and believed it with all my heart and mind even though there are clearly people out* there who have managed to arrange some trans-Atlantic dates. And I didn't think there'd be any dates to return to, other than the long-delayed one off one of the sites I'm on.

So, yes, I'm looking forward to this, and, now, looking forward to returning home to London just as much. I've rambled on long enough. I'll end off here as I'm going to grab a few hours of sleep before returning to packing.

* I just realised that my tango teacher is also a librarian (in reference to the link to My Love Life Is In Your Hands). I never knew that they could be such an infinitely cool lot. No offence intended to any librarians and librarian-lovers reading this!  

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