Okay I've recovered from that kind of weird almost-drunkenness that comes from being too tired.
I decided to stay up all night before the flight. It usually works out that way whether I want it to or not. It was grand though. Anyways, the taxi got to my apartment early! I was really not expecting it to so I actually scheduled it to come an hour before I really needed it. But guy was really nice. He came up and helped me bring all my bags down. The only thing that sucked was I was flustered so I forgot to take out my last bags of garbage. I emailed Louise earlier and she said she never saw them so I guess Madison just took them out, and that's fine. I just didn't want Louise to have to.
I was talking to the Taxi man for a little while. About the weather and America and driving on the other side of the road and chatty things like that. And then I started falling asleep. I tried really hard not to, but it was just so quiet and calm. When we got to the airport he ran and got me a cart to carry my bags. He was really nice.
Checking my bags was easy. Going through customs was easy. Waiting to board was hard. I started falling asleep sitting up again. Eventually we were allowed on and I ended up sitting next to this woman from San Francisco. She was chatting at first and then got into watching movies. I wasn't really talkative--mostly just gave her the fake laugh as acknowledgement, but that's okay. The few times I did actually say something back to her she didn't really listen, so I don't care. I slept through a lot of the first flight, but it's that weird uncomfortable sleep where you wake up a lot and kind of know what's going on around you the whole time. Maybe I just dozed for most of it.
Security people are much nicer over here now. Dublin security is pretty terrible--they didn't check any of my bags. I don't think they care that much. But going through security in Chicago they checked my carry-on suitcase because I had my paints and paint brushes in there and I guess they look suspicious on the monitor. The woman that was checking it all out was really nice and talking to me about school and stuff. Not like any other time I've flown and they don't say anything to you and always look so serious.
I slept through a bunch of the second flight too. There was this guy who talked to me a lot though. He loves Seattle and has traveled all over the place and taught English in Japan for three years and had a job interview in Seattle and where should he live if he decides to move up here and babies are adorable. He was really nice and I tried to be a good conversationalist, but planes make me feel like shit and I was tired, so I don't think I did very well.
And then I was home. It was a little weird the first day because I kind of felt like I did in February--like I was going to have to turn around and leave again. But once that was over it was great. I did ALL of my clothes in two loads of laundry. I think laundry machines are a miracle. So are dishwashers.
Anyway, yeah. That's all. It's been a good year I think. I do think I've grown up a lot and learned a lot. It's good to have some time away to gain perspective.
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