The First Look

What kind of moron has dreams of being a writer, yet leaves the laptop at home when embarking on a 24 hour travel day? This one. Is there a better place to write than an empty gate during a three hour layover? Nope. So here I sit, thudding away on my phone like the unprepared idiot that I can be. I tried a notebook. That's over. No more days of being squirreled away in a corner, scribbling with an almost-too-dull pencil. I found myself staring at my moving fingers wondering when I adopted the sloth speed of writing. Plus, my hand cramped after about a minute. I thought about finding an app that would dictate for me. I haven't looked, but I'm sure that's a thing. I could definitely pull off talking to myself in an airport. Hell, half the other people are doing it. Why not me? Because of the snark, that's why. I edit out a lot. People don't need to hear how dark my soul can be. Nor do I want to bother someone by making a very true observation about something that is none of my business. Like that lady wearing the shirt with the airbrushed face of her cat named Fancy. I know this because her shirt told me. Either it's her cat's name or she uses irony in a very bold, unique way.

Nor does the flight attendant sitting behind me need to hear me contemplating whether she is unstable or drunk. Just really dumb or in desperate need of sleep? Hard to tell with those choices. What I do know is that should you work with this woman, Rocky (no joke), tell her nothing. Volume control is nonexistent and your secrets are out there. Whether I want them or not they have bee foisted into my ears. Unfortunate for all, really. Especially because this is only the beginning of my 3 leg journey home to Husband and Old Dog. It's not the big move day, but a much needed visit. I miss my boys a bunch.

My journey takes me from Indy to Minneapolis, Minneapolis to Portland, Portland to Kahului. I like the Minneapolis airport. It's definitely in my top 5 favorite airports so far in the world. Easy to use, clean, with good dining and shopping options.

 Tribute to Charles Schulz, Minnesota native and epic cartoonist.

Tribute to Charles Schulz, Minnesota native and epic cartoonist.

My first visit to Portland was unfortunately restricted to the airport. I'd love to explore this city sometime. Especially the food scene. Today, however, my exhaustion was setting in. The 14 hour day was wearing on me and the additional 6 hours that were still before me made me want to melt into a puddle. It was a puddle kind of day in Portland.

 A rainy day in Portland

A rainy day in Portland

I have yet to get my first look at our new home. It will be dark when I land, so chances are there won't be much to see tonight. Except the stars. 

I've been looking forward to seeing the Maui night sky almost as much as being near the beach. I can't wait to gaze at the stars.

And, of course, my boys.  

 Final leg of the journey

Final leg of the journey