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3 notes Mar 16,
2010
Flights booked.
Sydney to Las Vegas. Stopovers in Auckland and San Francisco.
I’m looking forward to flying alone. 19 hours in which I will: sleep, look out the window occasionally, most likely misplace my passport at least twice, loiter around airport newsagencies, eat awesome plane food [I don’t say that sarcastically], almost shit on myself in claustrophobic toilet stalls, watch movies, and paint vivid pictures in my head of how my body will look as it burns and plummets towards the earth.
I enjoy flying, I do. But every time I get on a plane, I get this weird, almost morbidly comforting feeling that I might die on that particular flight. It’s probably not very ‘The Secret’ of me to be thinking this way, but I’ve never been able to help it. It’s the reason why I always read those crusty laminated emergency information sheets that are stuffed into the backs of seats. The same reason why I always remember to count the number of rows to the nearest exit. And the same reason why prior to boarding, I stop at every single payphone I can, calling various people, telling them I love them, because I need them to know this important truth, because they might see my mangled body in a major plane disaster on the news later tonight, because my ability to express my feelings is usually contingent upon me having a folded boarding pass in my back jean pocket.
Remembering the last time I purchased a solo ticket to America makes me laugh a lot. Five years ago, I sold half of my shit on eBay to buy a plane ticket to New York to hang out with a boy on Halloween. How laughably hard that mission of romance failed is still something I find myself sighing and shaking my head about whenever the nerves in my brain recreate the memory.
This time round though, I’m buying a plane ticket for less foolish reasons. I’m still flying for love, but this time for the unshakable familial love between a daughter and a mother, and less for the potential heterosexual love between two strangers.
The plan is to meet my mum in Vegas for her 60th birthday, roadtrip around the west coast [San Francisco, Los Angeles, San Diego, Grand Canyon in Arizona] and even make a trip down to Mexico. I’ve always wanted to go to Mehico, so I’m pretty ehcited. Harhar.
[I’m pretty sure the only reason I want to go to Mehico is so I can walk around and annoy the locals with my deliberate poor pronunciation of ‘fajita’ to half-rhyme with ‘vagina’. Sad but true.]
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ABOUT: stuff about me
Hi. I'm Rhea. 27. Web Designer Type Nerd Person. Sydney. This is my place on the internet where I collect internet things. I enjoy boardgames, 3D Magic Eye Puzzles and, piggybacks. Things I like about me: an ability to laugh at myself, my mega memory and, my above average parallel parking skills. Things I like about other people: an ability to make me laugh, a broad knowledge of random trivia and, a willingness to perform full body massages. I like to collect: business cards, records and, chess victories.
I am terrible at: making friends, accepting criticism, accepting praise, not fidgeting and, declining full body massages. I adore: beerguts, buzzcuts, bowlcuts, interested and interesting, hands in pockets, breakfasts in the afternoon, facial hair, metaphors, speech impediments, nostalgia and literacy. I am undecided about: tickling. I believe in: gut feelings, karma, tangents, lust, softness, mistakes, dinosaurs, magic, comfortable silences and most conspiracy theories. I also have a cat named Radioactive Man.
