Remember when you were a kid and on Christmas Eve you were so very excited for Santa to arrive that you couldn’t sleep? You’d wish and hope and pray all through Midnight Mass that he’ll have come while you were away. When you finally got to bed you’d toss and turn, certain that every sound you heard was the sound of Santa’s reindeer on the roof. Those excited and anxious jitters were so great!
Remember when you were a bit older and you had those darn SATs that meant the difference between getting into the four-year college of your choice or attending community college? For days and weeks on end, you dreamt of showing up at the exam half-naked, or that your pencils kept breaking every time you filled in one of those blasted bubbles. Those nerve-wracking and anxious jitters were awful!
I think that Mum is halfway in between those two feelings right now as she prepares for her first-ever trip off of the North American continent! Me? I’ve done this journey often enough that it doesn’t have the same effect. This isn’t to say I’m not excited, but I don’t have the jitters.
But we are packed and ready to go. Daddy will drive us to SeaTac bright and early tomorrow morning for our flight to the UK (via Amsterdam). Mum is certainly excited to see the family in England again, and equally excited to meet some of my friends in Scotland for the first time.
As a seasoned traveller, I’m almost bored of this journey and wish I could gain access to a teleportation device (or the TARDIS) and just get there, but I imagine that this might be an enjoyable flight for me as I witness the innocent wonderment of a first-time international traveller. I’ve brought several tour guide books for some of the places we’ll visit which will keep us entertained, and I’m even going to (gasp) use Gogo In-flight Internet with my gadget phone to blog and Facebook about our exciting adventure! (I bet you thought you’d get a bit of a break whilst I was travelling! No such luck with today’s technology advancements!)