The body is a divine bead that glides on the strings of the universe, humming softly along its journey. Despite all the interferences and distractions under the sun, the body persists in navigating through it all; intimately connected to the journey, putting its needs under the realm of the subconscious. Let it guide you and trust that it is your temple. I say all of this not in poetic musings to begin my trip with, but simply because despite an alarm clock malfunction, my body woke me up at just the right time. Any later, and I might have missed my destiny…Less whimsically, HOLY SHIT HOW WAS MY CLOCK SET TO THE OPPOSITE TIME OF DAY??? I never paid much attention to my clock being home, because generally when I’m relaxing on into infinity, I don’t mind the time…Setting my alarm, I was so focused on making sure this exact thing didn’t happen for my wake-up time, that I didn’t pay attention to the time actually displayed on the clock. Typical nikki. I can get straight A’s, but can’t set an alarm (or be on time for anything for that matter) to save my life.
Running out the door, Greek yogurt and eggs in hand, I made my mental checklist of things that surely I forgot. But nothing came up on the list, so I let the yogurt melt under my tongue. Nothing but green lights from here.
At the check in booth, I heard a family speaking Castillian Spanish (not something you usually hear in Boise) and instantly the crisis of the previous hour was forgotten and I spent the next half hour working up the courage to merely ask “¿Sois de España? ¿Por qué estáis en Boise? Given that I have a mild stroke every time I try to speak Spanish to native speakers, I still can’t understand why I am so eager to speak any other language that I have virtually no knowledge of—like Korean!
After months of waiting and hours of preparation, my journey was finally underway. I came stocked with 1 gig of new music, 5 different types of snacks (hand picked after way too much deliberation—“do I really want the Fiber 1 bars on 13 hour flight…?” “there are how many calories in one package of crackers?!”, 75 different colors of pens for my personal travel journal (not even exaggerating on this one—look at my pen pouch someday); 3 different books about 3 vastly different things: beginner’s Romanian, Che Guevara’s diary and a guide/phrase book to Korea. Never mind that there’s 3 different languages going on there. So bring it on 13 hour flight.
Now pardon me, the sun is rising in Salt Lake
-n
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