I think I need to get up at 6. I’m really bad at backwards math … flight boards at 10:30am-ish.
10 minute walk to carpark
30 minute drive to airport
Gawwwwwd I’m tired.
And Miles to go before I sleep.
And Miles to go before I sleep.
But it’s a good tired.
Haven’t been hit by a bicycle or sprained my ankle yet.
Shouldn’t jinx it.
One of my things while here is wanting to stay up and talk to my people in the US … I have that FOMO brain. Plus night owl. Last night my friends video called me at 1:30am ish my time … it was post music and I hadn’t settled down yet.
Tomorrow I go the opposite way and get 9 hours back. Sort of.
I’ve been a “take shit as it comes” girl for a while now. But this trip has hit that home.
You don’t know what tomorrow brings.
You don’t know what Google maps is gonna say to get you from here to there.
You’re not gonna die if you make a mistake.
That’s my best takeaway.
I was always scared to mess up, make mistakes. Worry about the person or the car behind me. I didn’t want to be an inconvenience.
Fuck that.
Nobody knows what they’re doing.
I’ve now given advice to several people on train routes. Who am I? Lol.
Nobody knows. God. Embrace this.
Go. Make. Mistakes.
Fb:
I’m at a hotel near SeaTac having had a series of naps overnight in a gloriously comfortable bed.
I didn’t quite think this through about the body still being on Europe time. I’ve been waking up every couple hours because my body says, why you sleepin at 1pm?
Lol. Just another thing that makes me smile about my adventures in miscalculations.