Oh, thank God…

It’s cloudy today.

Cloudy days make me want to fly away and go somewhere. I’m impartial as to where, I just want to go. On the cloudiest, raniest, horrible weather-est days, once you’re up above the clouds you can see that the sun is still shining.

I do so love traveling. Yes, I know, everyone says that. But it’s not just the ‘being somewhere else’ that I like; I love the actual act of traveling. Loading all your luggage into the car, checking in at the airport, the adventure of finding your gate and the opportunities to dawdle and browse through the shops once you’re there… I love it all. I love how everything gets minuscule as soon as the plane takes off, and you look down at this tiny little planet that was once life-sized, the one you used to live on, and really finally realize just how much of a speck you are.

And then you snuggle back in your seat and wait for the snacks to be passed out. I don’t know what it is, but airplane travel makes me ravenous.