Picking up from last time –
I went through security practically dancing my way through, again, just so happy to be there.
While at the airport, I was tempted to buy a magazine, ‘cause I love magazines. But I’m gonna try to stay away from buying extraneous stuff. Travel costs add up quickly. (It was $5 for water!)
And now I’m writing you from the plane.
One random thing I’ve learned is that I now love aisle seats. I used to prefer window, so I could look out. I even kind of like middle, ‘cause I feel small when I’m in the middle, like, “Hey, I’m small enough to fit in the cramped seat.” But now sitting here on this long flight, I’ve realized I’m pretty sure I’d love the aisle because I’d like to take a few more laps up and down the plane to stretch my legs.
The girl on the aisle has gotten up a few times, ‘cause she’s awesome, and whenever she does, I do too.
Though I’ve also learned that I have no idea how to walk around and stretch my legs without feeling like a weirdo. ‘Cause if you stop in the aisle to stretch, planes are packed. Even if you stand by your seat, you’re gonna be close-ish to someone else, and that just feels weird to be like, “don’t mind my foot poking toward your direction.”
Also, if you just start walking up and down the aisle to get a little walk in, I also feel like that feels weird – like people might be thinking, “Why is this fool walking up and down the aisle?”
Of course, probably most of these people are asleep and not watching or thinking about me anyway. It just seems that people can get worried about any weird behavior on airplanes… But I need to walk, consarn it!
Anyway, that’s where I am right now. Sitting here in the middle seat with the sleeping man by the window, the woman doing something on her phone on the aisle, and the thankfully sleeping baby across the aisle.
And I’m just talking to you. How are you? I can’t hear you. But you can always comment… Anyway, I’m gonna stop talking, as I’ve obviously run out of things to say… until I land in New Jersey!