04.09.2010 - 04.09.2010 26 °C
Up early. Can it be true? I'm excited to get home? Surely not.
I dragged by bags out the hostel (the new bag I got in LA from some dodgy Sunset Blvd retailer is already falling a part), jumped on the train and before I new it I was at Seattle International Airport. It turns out that the BA desk is shared with Air France and I got to the desk a little early. At least I had the time to sort out my bags - both weighing exactly 23kg each, literally the limit. I'm having to wear my boots from Austin to keep the weight down.
I maxed out my credit card buying a burger in departures - I now have literally no money left and one hefty credit card bill to pay off. It was surreal to step on the concourse that led to the plane, my last moment in America after three months living here was over so quickly and before too long I was off the ground and just the air space connected me to the country that had become home for my travels.
My plan for this flight was to stay awake for the whole nine hours, the films keeping me going, so that by the time I'm in the UK I'll be thoroughly exhuasted from being up for over day. Here's hoping the plan works.