I’m not sure if I mentioned that I’m away this week at my dad’s alma mater.  That’s right: my whole family used to live here 21 years ago and we spent 5 years here.  I thought that walking around the campus where my dad got his last degree would trigger memories but I don’t recall a thing.  The fact that I was 10 years old when we left this province doesn’t help matters either I’m sure.  While a lot of the names of places are familiar and I remember those, everything else is being seen through new eyes.

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I’m not at all well travelled and I blame this on a number of reasons:  I stayed home to attend university, so I didn’t have to opportunity to travel to a new campus, or interact with many people from other cities/countries with whom I could have formed a close friendship, and presumably kept it up by visiting.  I was lucky enough to have friends who also stayed in town so I preferred to hang out with them.  Every now and then though, I wish I had a built in reason to travel.

I’m still not fond of planes, although I have a very high level of respect for pilots and their crew and what they do.  I guess they feel getting into the cockpit how I feel getting into the driver’s seat of a car:  they don’t worry that this might be their last flight.  But as a plane passenger I worry.  In fact, on Monday I was worried about the sheer amount of STUFF in my room and how, if the unfortunate happened, I’d never get to use it.  I hope those close to me would use them and make the best use of them possible.  Gosh there is enough to give everyone who reads my blog [or stumbles across it inadverdently] something useful and/or fun/cool/crafty.  It’s scary. 

It’s so weird when you’re that high in the sky and the plane is flying at God knows what speed and it really doesn’t even feel like you’re moving at all.

And I’m still primitive enough to be unable to wrap my mind around how a huge plane, sometimes holding several hundred people, manages to get off the ground.  I also wonder how they navigate their way in the dark and why we never see any planes flying by us in the next ‘lane’.  I’m sure there are logical answers for these but I’ve just never explored them.

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