(Written Sept. 6th around 4pm)
Here we go. I’m at the airport now, awaiting my 13+ hour flight to
I’m nervous, but also tired which tends to cancel out the nervousness. I didn’t get to bed till
Corey and Leon (my bro) took me to the airport with all my bulky luggage, that wasn’t too eventful. I said my good-byes and off I went to pretend to be all independent and responsible. The security checks weren’t any different than for any domestic flight I’ve taken, kind of disappointing. Why come to the airport a whole extra hour earlier if they don’t even frisk you any more than they normally would?
Well, what else can I say?
There’s a family sitting next to me speaking some language I don’t understand. It’s not Hungarian, but sounds close to French and close to Hungarian at the same time. Maybe it’s Swedish or Finnish? Whatever it is, they’re chatting away right over all the super important announcements from our flight’s gate.
It looks like I won’t be in an aisle OR window seat – 46B, doesn’t sound promising.
Well, I don’t know when I’ll get to post this, since I sure as hell ain’t paying airport prices for an internet connection. I’ll be in
Viszlat!
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