Then off to Burbank airport where my bag was 4lbs over, but they let me get on anyway. Love that California laidback attitude. “This is Burbank, we’re okay with it.” I got an emergency exit seat to boot. I started working on a presentation and final paper in the airport, on the flight and then again on the train from the airport that was due at noon, Monday. Probably not my best work, but that is how you travel school. Booyah.
And now I’m back to the interim that is Long Island with a month left of graduate school and a lot more people effecting where life’s going to take things. Ho hum. Where to next?
Vermont and New Orleans are next woot woot!