My turn

Now that I've confirmed that Gretchen made it safely halfway around the world to Melbourne (where she tells me the weather is gorgeous), it's my turn to get ready. I need to leave the house in 12 hours and I haven't started packing yet...yep, right on schedule! The last thing I should do is gripe about anything because no one will have sympathy (I wouldn't either), but I'm going to anyway: I'm DREADING the flight there. It's a bit of a conundrum: I love to travel, but I kinda hate traveling (if that makes any sense). I'm not actually afraid of flying, per se, but without getting into details I have issues with Angst that have more to do with feeling trapped for long periods of time than with the actual flying itself. And let me tell ya, a 12-hour flight is NOT the place to be when the Angst kicks in (let alone back-to-back 12-hour flights to get to Australia). But hey, that's what sedatives are for! So, off to Sydney via Bangkok in the morning, and now I'd better go pack my bags...