I think trains are my preferred method of transport. At least on a train you can look out and see a changing scene. Though yesterday on my flight from Philadelphia to Los Angeles the clouds were absolutely stunning, and I was looking out the window for most of the flight (the sun also ended up setting in the northeast, and if that's not a mindfuck, I don't know what is.)
I wonder why we trust planes. I mean, really, when you think about it, it's just a little tin bucket that we launch into the sky. Maybe this is my unreasonable discomfort with heights and physics, but I feel kind of crazy every time I take a plane. I feel like I'm just in my little seat, being rocketed around the world, and something about it is absurd for me. Of course, I know they're safe, but...I'm just weird.
I'm not really afraid of heights, per se. I used to be, but after rock climbing camp for several years it sort of became an adrenaline rush. I kind of like the fear now. Skydiving was amazing because I was scared shitless, but I did it anyway and the fear was such a rush. I know, I'm twisted.
Also, on a train, you can't really lose your luggage. Fuck United.
I love being home. I couldn't stop grinning when the blanket of lights appeared on the ground below the plane. I took a really long bubble bath and burned almost an entire bag of incense. I can feel my skin and scalp coming back to life (travel and excessive humidity putting them through hell for the last month). It's like a piece of me was missing, and it's back. I am complete again. At least, for a little while.
And now I am off again to San Diego! I may even end up staying until Saturday. And then I am jetsetting again. Quite the life, this. Next summer will be a very static one, however. I guess I should enjoy this while I can.
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