Departure

I am in the Melbourne airport and my flight leaves in just over an hour. I am slightly pissed because what I thougth was a direct flight is actually connecting in Auckland AND the direct flight which leaves 30min earlier is an A380- the largest commercial plane in the world which has in-cabin wireless and power outlets for your laptop and a bar. Alas, maybe next time.

I slept in the airport last night so I would be sure not to miss my flight and I saved on a night of hostel fees. Little did I know how bloody uncomfortable the Melbourne airport is. Metal chairs and freezing cold, I ended up bunking down between the pinball machines in the arcade area- at least there was carpet there. On the bright side I have a window seat and will be in my own bed in 29 hours. It hasn't really sunk in that I am going back to Canada- the airport is such a strange purgatory, it's hard to think about the real world when you are shuttling between customs desks and navigating the warrens of escalators and duty-free shops. It will probably take a few days to hit me, at which point I will have to think about what the hell I am going to do next. If I don't get a geology job, I am going to save up for a few months and do a working holiday in Ireland. I promised my mom I wouldn't go to South America by myself, so that one will go back on the shelf for a couple years.

-A.