Flight 277 to Boston

I have officially been awake for over 5 hours. It's 9:07 am (EST), and I'm on the second leg of my journey northward to city of the Sox (aka, Boston for those not familiar with MLB lingo). It's been such a long day so far, though surprisingly the experience of combating airport security, finding the right gate, checking luggage, and transferring to my final flight has gone through without a hitch thus far. I say "thus far" because I don't want to jinx myself and end up in Minnesota.

It was dark when my flight from TPA to ATL left at 6:00 am (EST) this morning, so there are no exciting photos to share. I did, however, witness two shooting stars over an impending yet beautiful sunrise-filled horizon. I suppose while most of the patrons aboard my flight slept, my anxiety about being 30,000 miles above the ground helped me to see how stunning and tranquil the world can be when everyone is still dreaming good dreams. That is a moment I wish I could have captured on film to share, but I relish in its glory within the crevasses of my own imagination.

My pardons for the only {cheesy} photo I'm able to provide thus far. I will do my best to continue to update where and when I'm able to do so. This is my first adventure to the Boston metro area, or Massachusetts for that matter, so I'm going to take advantage of every opportunity and 'kodak moment' possible.

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Part of trip: Boston, MA

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