In A Hotel Right Now Tonight, Just Typing

The problem with a long overnight flight is that it allows you to think. In the dark. Where you cannot do anything to do anything. And it is during those hours where I could not doze that just showing up in the UK, go to my first-night hotel, go to my furnished temporary digs for 14 days, and then during that fortnight find a place to room in a vast vast city of which I have no clue where to settle, and then find a job which hopefully is anywhere useful w.r.t where I settled, seemed so ludicrous I resolved to just grab Ryanair to Amsterdam and go stay with my father in Rozendaal and start there. Just to be safe.

Because while I was in LA there was always something to do to keep my mind off what I was atually going to do here,and at night more often than not I would actually sleep. In that airplane last night I was wondering why am I giving up my whole yuppie life to share a kitchen and a bathroom while servicing a mortgage somewhere else, why am I saying goodbye to all my stuff and friends and gym, why am I making shit so damn hard? Because I have been wanting to go back for years now, and relocating blind is hard. Once The Loft sells things become easier, and in the time of living small I will have a new idea of what I want. Maybe I'll even have the guts to do the venture I have in mind for myself, instead of taking another corporate job. But I want the corporate job that flies me everywhere where my friends are.

So yes, I did get on that plane. The SSSS check meant that after going through the standard TSA check I just needed to be frisked, and then my belongings swiped and checked for suspicious residues (there were none). Nothing at the gate. Should have been a breeze, except that because of the Muslim family before me being selected, every staff member was wrangling these two adults and four children and strollers and maximum allowed amounts of hand luggage. But really, it was pretty ok. Plane was almost empty, actually, which I haven't seen in a trans-Atlantic flight forever, including the last times I flew on Christmas Eve.

The party the night before was so gratifying. Many people came and I got rid of tons of loot and they signed my luggage and gave me a good send-off and made me feel like I really did damn well in LA and made real friends who would take time to see me off. Would have been busier if I hadn't done it on such a crazy night like Monday, I know. pinkfish was there, who helped a lot with everything, and I got rid of crazy amounts of loot and stuff, and got a plan going to get rid of even more while I am away. The next day I packed frantically, cleaned the house, ate leftovers, gave the last stuff to pinkfish who had come back to pick up some more, and opened the door to leave for what I think is the last time, to drive to the airport, return the rental car, and get on the plane with my too much luggage that required a repacking stuff from the two suitcases into a cardboard box to get the one suitcase to weigh under 70 pounds so I would only be charged for having an extra piece of luggage, which was less than being charged for having a suitcase weighing around 84 pounds.

Two kittens were on the welcome mat in front of my apartment door looking up at me, wondering when I would open the door so they could come in and play.