Peace Out, America

Here's to my final hour on American soil for at least a year. I'm more nervous than I thought I would be. I have no idea what to expect on the other side. It will be an adventure for sure, and I hope a mostly uneventuful one.

My week in Idaho was nice, though it was weird to be in Moscow without Laura around. I saw a few friends, but spent most of my time in Genesee with my Mom. I watched a lot of the BBC cleaning ladies on TV. You know the ones? Kim and Aggie. They certainly would have had a great time haranguing me about my house in Miami. My mother threatens to "turn me in" to them or What Not to Wear on a regular basis. Love.

I said goodbye to my dog and my mother yesterday. My mom cried when I left which was awfully sad especially because I know how she feels. When Laura left for Switzerland, I was pretty sure I was going to die. I didn't get out of bed for two days and couldn't hardly function. Turns out I had a kidney infection, but still, pretty miserable. I'm sure my dog isn't faring much better. He's a pretty timid and sensitive guy, I hope he doesn't develop any new neuroses while I'm away.

My dad and I drove to Portland last night in Laura's little Escort. We didn't get into the hotel until nearly 2 am. About an hour out it started to get kinda scary, we were both very tired, but we survived. Quick hotel review: Ramada by the PDX--NO.

So, I guess I'll be flying over the north pole or something like that in a few hours, and I'll be waking up in Frankfurt in the morning. I've got an Ambien with my name on it. Here's to uneventuful travel!