Good Morning LONDON!!!!

My faithful travel companions, I am BACK!!!! The excitement, anxiousness, and overwhelming dizziness is setting in. I arrived at the Detroit Airport right on time, 75 minutes (maybe 90 min, but who's counting) before departure as suggested in my itinerary. I said my goodbyes, headed to the bathroom, went through security, which surprisingly was uneventful, (see Bec, I am a grown-up, I took off my belt and everything) and headed right to Max and Erma's for a drink. A drink, turned into three crown and cokes until I helped the British fellow sitting to my left and the bartender (who admittedly was terrible, but friendly) figure out how to work a touch screen smart phone. **Ashamedly, I already miss my phone. As I am reading of Mice and Men, I have made the decision that I want a place on a river, for vacation with no electricity, air, television, internet, or phone for that matter, for a quiet place to slow down. I fear I have lost that in myself. I am unable to stop. With TV, internet phones, etc., I can no longer function unless three senses are exacerbated. ** After a successful phone call from the Brit to Minneapolis --thanks to me-- I was treated to another crown, free. Not so bad. However, while everyone is thinking I am a drunken undergrad student reliving my days at MSU, I will candidly if not remorsefully admit that I was somewhat nervous for this flight. Being my first international flight, over the pond, for nearly eight hours alone, even the rough and tough Matty was feeling a bit uneasy. But, since the favorable beverages at Max and Erma's, the fact that I am listening to an overwhelming array of Stan Getz records - courtesy of Delta's in flight entertainment options, and the grotesque glass of merlot I am drinking, I somehow feel distinguished. By some freak turn-of-events this experience up to know, has been enlightening. No longer do I feel as though I am incapable of doing it on my own. *Swig* I have always known I was capable, maybe the barrage on my senses has in someway exonerated my comprehension of self worth. But, I think this epiphany has actually occurred. Never more have I wanted to succeed. Never more have I wanted to do something to make me and the people who mean the most to me proud. Three hours in and I have already figured out the world and where I belong in it. My narcissism and prowess mean nothing, other than an illustrative of my excitement, fear, and longing to experience that which is foreign. Above all, I think the feeling of being uncomfortable is what excites me. I don’t need to jump out of a plane, my previous brushes with death were all to real. So again I say, good morning London, let the excitement begin.