travel journal: Friday

To the Airport
It is finally happening. A ten-year dream will be realized in less than 24-hours. I don't mean to be overdramatic, aber fliege ich nach Deutschland!
I am not nervous. The logistics are all taken care of. I am only a little exhausted because of the past week's sleep schedule. There will be plenty of time to relax on the plane.
We spent our last hour pre-trip with our roommate Stephen. He is very excited for us. Not as excited as Jason, my seventeen year-old brother, who has finally calmed down a bit. Last night he came over and we nearly choked with the anticipation.
We're about 30 minutes down the road. I've just written down most of the addresses for sending postcards. I am excited. There is so much opportunity. And I am going to seize it. Keep it with me forever.

At terminal E4, Atlanta
I plan to take some of Brittany's anti-nausea medicine soon after taking off and then crash a couple hours later, waking up not long before we get there. My body is that tired.
The three of us just got something to eat and we made jokes about drinking in Germany. Security went smoothely; I noticed the green recycling bins. Now we are just a few minutes from boarding. There is a very annoying court case being televised, and besides that there is too much light. I am not inspired yet for anything. I want to look around now and figure out who's indigeneous. It's relatively quiet in here.
My toe hurts a little. I am not exhausted but I do need some rest. They're boarding every zone but ours now, which is fine with me. When we get in there, I want to fly. In 10 hours we will be there.

At terminal E4...again?

"What Happens to a Dream Deferred?"

Well there were problems with the plane from the start. Though I didn't realize it, it was warm in teh cabin after we boarded becaues of a down air conditioner, so our lift-off was delayed. That was a bit rough. Then we finally took off and the games began--making playlists, watching movie trailers, playing games--until the captain told us they needed to fix the air before we could continue. Jason and I remained jovial, joking that Grandma dropped the ball because she didn't crumble sleeping pills into our granola bars. We were finally told the plane was turning back to Atlanta.
Before coming back to the terminal we ate more nasty plane food. And we thought we were finished eating American!
We have around 30 minutes now before we can expect something to happen. We are hearing lots of German chatter, so at least that is wonderful.

my philosophy of work

I have begun a five-essay project that I want to complete by the end of the summer.
The topic of the second essay is my Philosophy of Work.
Before I got too far in writing it, I realized I could easily put my Philosophy of Work in a nutshell:

Brittany.
I work for Brittany.
I wake up every morning for Brittany.
I clock into my mundane job for Brittany.
I make money for Brittany.
I work to provide for Brittany.
I go to my job every day so that Brittany will be proud of me.
I go through what I go through because I know that Brittany will help me through it.
I work so that she can be healthy easier.
I work so that I can have a place to go and represent us.
I work so that when I am done for the day my thoughts can be on her.
I work so that I can make her dinner.
I work so that I will have something to talk to her about at dinner.
I work because she is my wife, my family, my love.
I love you sweet girl.