Takeoffs and Landings by The Ataris - played first and last and inbetween because it's amusing
Around the World by Daft Punk repetitive and surprisingly soothing
Boys of Summer by The Ataris
Summer of '69 by Bryan Adamsg
Sunshine and Summertime by Faith Hill those three because summer
Living on a Prayer by Bonnie Jovi played at the halfway point
Planes by Yuna because I clearly enjoy accuracy in my music selections
Those were the standouts. Certain songs were specifically avoided so as to not tempt the fates:
Crash World by Hilary Duff
Both Trouble by Neon Jungle and T-R-O-U-B-L-E by Travis Britt
and Bulletproof by La Roux
Inbetween bouts of sleeping and music listening and music listening in attempts to sleep, movies were watched (Captain America 2 and Thor 2 and most of Noah).
All in all, it was a decent 13+ hour flight.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Saturday, July 26, 2014
3 AM Epiphanies
I have been a ball of anxiety this last...well, week really. Yeah, the last week has been the hardest. I mean, I think I'm allowed. I'm packing up my life and flying/shipping it halfway around the world. Breath. Breathing is good. Deep, slow, steady breaths, like a doctor is checking your lungs for tuberculosis. Which is a thing that still happens. Who knew? But more on that later. Back to the breathing and the anxiety.
Right, so I haven't had the most routine of sleep patterns this week, but it's only the last three days that I've been waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to go back asleep. I LIKE sleep! So, that just adds a layer of frustration on top of the bundles of nerves and excitement.
So, at 3 am this morning, the morning of my departure, I wake up and go to the bathroom. I run my hands through my hair while on the toilet and regret not taking a shower before I laid down. Then, the most magical of thoughts happened: I am awake. I could take a shower now. So I did. While I was drying my hair, I realized I hadn't used any of my own shower things, 'cause they were all packed up ready to go the next day. I'd used my sister's and the guest stuff. As my sister is fond of saying, "Mind Blown." I didn't really care what sort of products I used, and I had enough in small 3oz bottles to last me a week, which would be plenty of time to figure out local equivalents. So, I got back in my pjs and headed upstairs and proceeded to dig out all the gels, liquids, and aerosols from my soon-to-be checked luggage and replaced that space with my massive collection of DVDs, which I didn't really need in my carry-on, which then, shockingly, had a ton more space. And I felt better. Much better. My checked luggage was probably still going to be overweight, but it was a much more necessary weight, and I was no longer afraid of my carry-ons being rejected for size. Which I didn't even know I was worried about, until I wasn't worried about it anymore. My brain is sneaky like that.
After I took some time to savor that awesome feeling and eat a peach, because hey, it might be 4 am in Illinois, but in Tokyo dinner time was nigh. And I was hungry. And peaches are good. And then I decided I was still awake, and maybe I should get on that blog thing I've been meaning to do.
Right, so I haven't had the most routine of sleep patterns this week, but it's only the last three days that I've been waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to go back asleep. I LIKE sleep! So, that just adds a layer of frustration on top of the bundles of nerves and excitement.
So, at 3 am this morning, the morning of my departure, I wake up and go to the bathroom. I run my hands through my hair while on the toilet and regret not taking a shower before I laid down. Then, the most magical of thoughts happened: I am awake. I could take a shower now. So I did. While I was drying my hair, I realized I hadn't used any of my own shower things, 'cause they were all packed up ready to go the next day. I'd used my sister's and the guest stuff. As my sister is fond of saying, "Mind Blown." I didn't really care what sort of products I used, and I had enough in small 3oz bottles to last me a week, which would be plenty of time to figure out local equivalents. So, I got back in my pjs and headed upstairs and proceeded to dig out all the gels, liquids, and aerosols from my soon-to-be checked luggage and replaced that space with my massive collection of DVDs, which I didn't really need in my carry-on, which then, shockingly, had a ton more space. And I felt better. Much better. My checked luggage was probably still going to be overweight, but it was a much more necessary weight, and I was no longer afraid of my carry-ons being rejected for size. Which I didn't even know I was worried about, until I wasn't worried about it anymore. My brain is sneaky like that.
After I took some time to savor that awesome feeling and eat a peach, because hey, it might be 4 am in Illinois, but in Tokyo dinner time was nigh. And I was hungry. And peaches are good. And then I decided I was still awake, and maybe I should get on that blog thing I've been meaning to do.
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