Hell

So there must be about 90 people in the same situation as me right now.

I'm hanging out in my very own sterile hotel room. Mini soaps, mini bar, massive big screen TV, a view of the airport and a huge wall mirror reflecting the loneliness in the room. It's odd how I can be in such 'luxury' (it's at the Hilton) and it feels so close to what Hell must be like.

These people are all waiting to be somewhere other than where they are right now, but time keeps on moving forwards. It's hard to be present when the present is in between where I was and where I want to be.

I think I should write. I can't. I think I should read. I can't. I don't want to do anything. So I sit. Then I swim. Then I eat. Then I sit again. I want to get on a plane and keep moving!!

I was on time.

I arrived on time to the airport.

But alas - their computer systems were down. So I ended up waiting in line for around 2 hours. Well, rather Nick did (thanks Nick), while I dashed around the airport getting some last minute things done (money exchanges, passport photos for visas, good coffee...). Traveling in twos is so much easier than traveling alone for this very reason - you can get so much more done.

So I was on time. And then time slapped me in the face and decided this was what it would do. 49 hours of being in transit. That is a lot of time to think.

"You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future"

Steve Jobs