Going Out With a Bang!

      Last night, while finishing packing (aka pulling out random pieces of clothing until everything fit), everything started to hit me. Unfortunately, it was all of those negative emotions that hit me, the excitement has yet to come, but I'm really waiting for it. I thought about how crazy this idea was. I began to panic, I got anxious, overwhelmed, and crazy nervous. So nervous I managed to psychologically get myself sick (at least, that's really what we're going to hope it is). Two hours of completely interrupted sleep later, I was on the couch, under a blanket, urging myself to get up and get to the airport. But I made it and luckily had a row to myself. I've never been able to sleep on planes, but I blew up my pillow and was out. I woke up a couple of times, and nearly slid off the seats during landing, but with the use of only one air-sickness bag, I'm going to count it as a win. Weirdest thing? We came into the S terminal in SEA-TAC. I've never been to this part of the world before. It's so... red.
     So now I've got a little bit of a layover, where I should really probably grab some food, and then am off to Minneapolis, followed by New York, where I shall embark on the journey of grabbing my bags, switching airlines, and hopefully head back through security for a 12-hour layover of movies and Netflix. Afterward? London!

All that leg room, and a foot stool!
I had to lean forward to reach the tray table.

Update: Turns out, I'm actually in New York for nearly 24 hours. With the help of my amazing parents (since JFK doesn't have unlocked Wifi... what's up with that?!) I found my way to a hotel for the night, and am awaiting the arrival of my luggage, which went to Minneapolis without me. Due to mechanical issues, I would have missed my connection from MSP to JFK, so I was moved to a non-stop flight. Even in the middle seat, my seat rocked. It had a footstool! I watched Top Gear (the Sydney Festival episode), Comic Book Men, and Chef (there had to have been some other things, but they clearly weren't important). All in all, a very long day, after which I was certainly not the happiest of campers, and no where near being a happy camper. But it's a new day, and by the end of it, I'll be in London, with a whole new set of problems to tackle.