14 days...

Well guys, as the title suggests, I have 14 days left before my departure. Despite the proximity of our departure, I still can't believe that it's actually going to happen. My brain keeps trying to tell me that something will happen, and it won't work out. I would venture a guess that the doubt comes from the fact that we've been talking about a trip back for many, many years, and it's never happened before. Just from past experiences, I'm guessing that until the moment we get to the airport and get on the plane, my brain will continue to hold my excitement in a choke-hold, refusing to let it escape. The night before we leave, I won't be able to sleep hardly at all (unless I deprive myself of rest the day before), and then it'll hit me that this is actually going to happen and I won't be able to be quiet.

One of both mine and my father's favorite airport activities is people-watching. We love looking at how people from all over the world interact, how they dress differently, eat differently, and generally how they are different. People-watching is a great way to pass endless hours in an airport while you wait for your connecting flight (not to mention riding up and down the escalators endlessly, which is another thing I did as a younger kid in the airport), because no matter where you are from or where you are going, you will probably have to pass through an airport at some point, which makes them a...Museum of Cultures and Nationalities for lack of a better term.

I honestly don't know how I'm going to survive the last days before we leave...

Peace guys, enjoy!
Phil