What is up friends? I will tell you what is up. PLANES. They are vomit-inducing.
I mentioned in my last entry that the first time I flew (almost ten years ago probably at this point) I was sick and miserable the whole time. I was hoping that since I had my Big Burly Husband with me and was a bit older and wiser I might not be such a basket case this time around. It was truly a feeble hope.
I was nervous the instant we entered the
airport for Christ sake. Let me take a moment here to say that the
Minneapolis Airport is actually a pretty nice place. I was impressed.
You go through security right away and then after that is the food
court and shops and so forth. (This was in stark contrast to the
Orlando airport which has stores and THEN security so if you go
through security and realize "shit I would like some crossword puzzles
or something" you are SCREWED and must go through the whole
take-your-shoes-off-and-put-
Once we were in the air I felt like crap. Never bad enough to actually barf, luckily. I couldn't look out the window without getting the sense that something very bad was going to happen, especially if I happened to glance out when the plane banked to the left a bit. Awful. And just when I thought I was going to get calmed down and feeling a bit better we hit some turbulence and it started all over again. Takeoff and landing were especially bad since I had some vision of the plane skidding off of the runway and rolling over like a minivan on an icy highway. Except the minivan is full of FUCKING JET FUEL and will EXPLODE INSTANTLY. Jesus.
Anyway, we had a very nice vacation that
neither of us wanted to go home from. Florida is very warm and sunny
and the area we were in was very odd and unlike any place I've ever
been before. We were in the suburbs and the outlying areas were a
mixture of the super rich and super poor and the contrast was
amazing. Lots of spots had a very creepy horror movie lake cabin feel
about them and those were the places I advocated purchasing a house.
We drove through part of one little town in particular where almost
every house on the block was tiny and abandoned with the exception of
one GIANT house on the corner which was ALSO abandoned. The only one
that appeared to be inhabited was a little pink house which had a
couple of dudes sitting out front drinking lemonade.
Overall it was a good vacation, we saw lizards and frogs and alligators and stood outside in the yard barefoot on X-Mas which was a first for both of us. My mother hilariously left real estate magazines lying all over the house as if this trip were just an extended infomercial to convince us to move there. She even threw one at me upon returning from one of her trips to the grocery store.
When it came time to leave I begged my mother to help me out and give me a Valium for the plane ride home. I was actually going to go ask my doctor for a few and never got around to it. And it was amazing! Like someone had waved a magic wand and granted me the ability to act like a normal person during a flight. I did word searches and looked out the window EVEN DURING LANDING and ate a bunch of food. For the record: if you are flying NWA and they offer you one of those snack boxes for five bucks? Totally worth it. Ours even had Stacey's Pita Chips which are one of my comfort foods.
And now we are back in the Frozen North and even though I really like Minneapolis a lot I am starting to think I cannot live here for the rest of my life like I have been saying I thought I could. It is just too depressing during the winter. That makes me sound like some kind of whiny little bitch but trust me when I say that having lived in the Midwest my entire life winter is nothing new to me. What WAS new to me was realizing how depressed I was here and how much better I felt down South. I am not ready to pack up and go anywhere just now but it definitely gives me a lot to think about.
