Delta Delta Delta, can I help ya, help ya, help ya

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So I'm in Miami. One wouldn't expect to feel worn out after sitting all day long, but maybe the varying altitudes makes a difference. And yet, I'm still awake, because it only feels like 9:30.

I left Sacramento at 12:25pm today and landed in Atlanta, Georgia at 7:40pm. The in flight movie was The Sentinel starring Michael Douglas and Kiefer Sutherland about uncovering a plot to assasinate the President within the Secret Service. It wasn't bad, although the 8 inch screen was about 20 feet away from me and the $2 headphones were not very good about actually getting sound to the ear. But I got the gist of the movie. There were a lot of scenes with people yelling at each other, so I didn't miss too much of the dialogue.

I broke out the logic puzzles after that, and read up on last week's issue of Entertainment Weekly with Hugh Laurie on the cover (I love him more with each episode of House I watch--Season One is already in my queue).

Then we landed in Atlanta, and it amazes me how little you can learn about a city from the airport. Every airport looks exactly the same with maybe a few differences in decor. So I had about an hour to kill. And then that died and I hopped on a much funkier Delta airplane with multicolored seats and pretty catchy music. This plane had all of the state of the art technology. It had screens on the seats in front of you with options to watch tv (I caught about 10 minutes of the Emmies--but I did get to see Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert present, so that was plenty of entertainment), or you could play games (there was a multi-player trivia game you could play with other people on the plane that I got quite hooked on), or you could pay to watch a movie. I was tempted to fork out the $5 to see Thank You For Smoking Again, but it didn't really seem worth it for a two hour flight. Of course it was the 2 hour flight that had all of the swanky amenities. Heaven forbid I have all that entertainment at my disposal for a 5 hour flight.

So anyway, I'm in Miami. It's humid and hot, and every indoor space is very well air conditioned. I break out into a sweat from the moment I walk outside (or maybe I'm just walking into the pre-existing sweat of the outdoors). It makes me feel like I'm working much harder than I am. Suddenly walking 10 feet gives my body the impression that I just finished a spin class. Hopefully I can adjust quickly to these temperatures and moisture, because I know they aren't going to improve anytime soon.

I considered taking pictures of the multiple airports that I passed through today, and of the fabulous (and I use that term sarcastically) hotel I'm staying in for the next 6 hours. You know, as the first pictoral documentation of my voyage. But there's something a little mind numbing about the whole travel experience, and any energy I had today was spent lugging around my 100+lbs of baggage. I did manage to fit 6 months of my life into only four bags, but they're all fairly heavy. I took the two largest and most accomodating suitcases I owned and then crammed my messenger bag full of anything that wouldn't fit in the suitcases. And then I brought my camera bag with me, because I figured I'd be guaranteed to use my SLR in this environment moreso than I have in the past year living in Los Angeles. My bags looked so tidy next to the door at my parent's last night. It was a weird feeling to look at four black bags and realize that that was all I was going to have with me for the next 6 months. That was my life, right there.

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Comments

[laura]

every medium possible.
so i've contacted you via three different internet media today. that's rather scary. but just wanted to say two things: (i) yay, travel blog! and (ii) ew, you said moisture. oh and one other thing - what ended up happening with your apartment? are you keeping it? or are you free-balling now? i am out of the loop, that's what i get for going away. but i still want to know.

[Sean]

Flight Status
I was wondering how the whole "carry-on" experience went... hearing all the reports lately of people not being allowed to take dangerous substances such as water bottles on an airplane made me wonder...

[Sallad Refinnej]

My apartment has a subletter for the full six months. I got special permission from the management to do so. The subletter is a guy that contacted me through the UCLA housing website. He's a math professor for a few community colleges in the area. He seems alright. I met with him a few times and the manager and owner of my building met with him as well and he didn't try to assault any of us, so I think it'll be okay. My parents are going to be in LA in a couple weeks. Maybe I should have them swing by and make sure the apartment is still there. I know the likelyhood of him being able to uproot the entire foundation and move it while leaving the apartment above it intact is slim, but one can never be too paranoid.