The Big Move

After only 48 hours from returning home from the cruise, already having said goodbye to Grandpa at home, I was checking in my luggage at the Qantas desk at MCO with mom when Uncle Scott showed up to say goodbye. He was able to use his employee powers and get mom to walk me through security to the boarding gate. Thanks again Scott, I miss you and LuLu more than you could imagine. After an hour, my flight was ready to depart and I had to say goodbye to mom. I also called my father, who was away on business, and Kati in Tennessee, and said goodbye to them over the phone. Again the feelings of what I would do if anything happened came over me. I fear it everyday and sometimes think I should stay close to home because of it, but I don’t want to live a cowardly life fearing the loss of loved ones, or death myself. I cannot live that way; no one can, or should. But the thoughts still consume me sometimes, and are the hardest part of saying goodbye.

The flight to LAX was uneventful (good with all flights/rides!). Jason picked me up and we toured Venice and Santa Monica beaches during my seven hour layover. I returned back to the airport and through security with an hour to spare. After having stayed up packing the previous night, I quickly fell asleep. Around 10:20pm, a Qantas employee was shaking me awake, asking if I was going to Sydney. Dazed and confused, I said yes. She informed me that it was last call for boarding: I can’t believe I almost missed my flight! I cannot thank her enough for seeking me out and waking me! As soon as I got on board I fell back asleep, had 3 seats to myself, for over half the journey and watched movies the other half. I actually love long flights: eat, sleep, watch movies, read, play games, etc. It’s the best excuse to be lazy!

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