| Oct072007 | Landed In Seattle |
Ergh, so many things I want to blog but I can’t really gather my thoughts for the 10 minutes it would take.
The flight back to Seattle was easier. I slept for half of it, then I watched Die Hard 4.0, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and Evan Almighty. The action scenes during Die Hard featured so much testosterone; I’m pretty sure I grew a beard in the process of watching it. Harry Potter was good for the effects; the delicately-handled kiss scene where the camera clearly tells you, “look kids, lips can touch but no body contact;” and how absolutely British it feels to make a storyline about the powerless rising up against an subversive dictator. Evan Almighty was boring and I fell asleep; I love you Steve Carrell but you knew what you were getting into when you did a spiritual sequel to Bruce Almighty.
The thing to remember about flying: the planes are harmless. They’re uncomfortable and noisy but ultimately they don’t pose nearly as much a threat as the airport itself. Lines, lines, lines are what makes you wonder if people smugglers exist only because LAX is so terrifying. If you stood in the middle of the airport and screamed until your head exploded, you would receive a standing ovation because a) you’ve successfully communicated the feeling of every other traveller and b) you are dead so people get to move up one spot in line.
I’ve written and deleted multiple posts about my feelings of returning to Melbourne after being away for the longest time ever. I don’t know what to put down in writing because there’s not much to articulate. There’s stuff I’ve learned to help me change, stuff I’ve learned to realize I’ll always be the same and stuff that just takes up space.
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