leaving on a jet plane

so... we’re somewhere over the middle of the atlantic ocean... nearish to england. according to the little flight window, we’ve got 1h35 to paris, a distance of about 750 miles left to go. not bad, considering that we’ve been going for 3400.

i can officially say that my butt is killing me. this is a terrible, horrible, no good, bad day. :) it’s actually not too awful. it’s nothing to the 12 hour flight back from my mission, paris-la direct. that is a vague and somewhat painful memory that i’ve managed to almost completely block from my mind, thankfully.

i was hoping i’d get a little sleep done while on this flight. sadly, i’ve done just that -- gotten little sleep. i dozed for a touch, but nothing worthwhile. whitney, who was convinced she’d not be sleeping a wink on the evil, uncomfortable airplane, has been out for 2 or 3 hours now. i’m happy. it’ll make waking up in paris at 9 a lot easier.

i think i’ve finally realized that i’m going to be back in france. it’s taken me a few months and 6000 miles... but i believe i’ve come to terms with the fact. and i’m pretty sure i’m happy about it.

i was thinking just a few minutes ago, and i think the thing i’m most excited for is showing france to whitney. it’s something that has been such a major part of my life for the past 4 years -- i mean, i’m majoring in the study of the language! it’s exciting to be able share at least a small portion, but what i hope is much, much more than that, with my beautiful wife. it’s already been rather thrilling just to watch her experiencing her first airline experience. it’s really quite fun. i’m looking forward to the next year and what it will bring.

well, with the exception of the next 2 weeks. i’m sure that’s gonna be painful. i wish the school had an apartment all lined up for us. oh well... what can you do?