Thirty-Six Hours

After months of waiting, I woke up on the thirteenth finally feeling ready to travel half way around the world. Even though I knew I would miss America and everything I was leaving behind, I woke up with excitement and was ready to tackle the 21 hours of flying that lay ahead of me. The first flight was great, besides the strange man sitting next to me who decided to lay out all of his things and constantly rearrange them in the seat in the middle of us, I enjoyed listening to music and looking out the window as I flew across America. Once we finally made it to LAX, I met up with a few of the kids on my program who I had met in Logan airport. We were under the impression that we couldn't leave the terminal for the first five hours, so we sat and played Would you rather? (Thanks Donna!) My personal favorites: Would you rather wear a bicycle helmet around all the time or clown shoes (without any explanation)? Would you rather only be able to crawl everywhere or only be able to stand still on your hands? After that, we got some dinner and went to meet up with other people in our group before boarding the flight. The fifteen hour flight actually flew by, as I slept most of the time, ate surprisingly good plane meals and watched Life As We Know It. Again, I had a very interesting plane partner who decided to sleep with his shirt inside out on top of his head and constantly woke me up to stretch or to tell me different things about the plane. After a long 36 hours of travel, I finally arrived in Sydney and headed to orientation.