I’m going to the land down under…where people eat a disgusting spread called Vegemite and everyone is everyone’s mate and we get to put a shrimpie on the Barbie. Yep…I’m going to the land of OZ…but not the Wizard of Oz no instant red shoe clicking to get me there… how I wish! I’m finally getting a chance to visit Australia! I’ve wanted to go for so long and now in the Fall I will finally have the chance.
What I am NOT excited about is the hours and hours and hours that will be spent on an airplane. We are going to take a pit stop in Hawaii both going and coming back but I’m still freaking out about being in a plane for over 12 hours. It’s crazy for someone who took airline steward training and was a stewardess for all of about a week… Just the thought of being in a confined area for that amount of time is getting me worried. I have a feeling I’ll get to about the 6 hour mark and then go crazy and start ripping off my clothes trying to open a window. The worst part is that I simply cannot sleep on a plane sitting up. I’ve tried…I can’t do it. I’m thinking maybe one of those blow up travel pillows…they look so uncomfortable though. Like a neck brace on steroids. Maybe some really good sleep meds are what I need. That way I can be like one of those sleep anywhere people, completely oblivious to anyone around them, mouths hanging open, drool dripping down one side of their chin, pug snores escaping intermittently and then a skittish leg spasm kicking under the seat in front of me jarring the big guy awake out of his "fantasy " dream so he wants to basically make my flight living hell from that time forward. What me?….a worrywart?….never….now what was I saying about being EXCITED????