Travel Day Part 1
2:23 p.m.
I’m all checked in; my case of wine and my insanely overweight bag (70 lbs, what the heck? Certain people better be thankful for the beer and coffee I’m bringing), are on their way through the TSA super sleuths. I just remembered that there is a Rogue Public House at the airport, and my Dad gave me a little fist of cash, so I’m having a final Dead Guy (maybe a Hazelnut Brown or a Chocolate Stout next) and listening to The The. It’s a good day.
The past 24 hours I kept getting really emotional when I started thinking about the trip, and I kept thinking I was freaked out to travel on my own. But that’s not really the reason I’m so emotional right now. I think I’m kind of overcome by the possibility of actually having something to do with winemaking. I have been dreaming and thinking about this for three plus years and now that the dream has the potential to be a reality, now that I’m off to make it happen, it’s just really, it feels really big inside of me. Like, it’s a bigger feeling than I can hold inside, which is extremely cool. I don’t know how many of the people who read this blog have had the experience of cooking up a pretty big idea in their head and then bringing it to fruition, but it’s great. It’s a wonderful sensation. I had it when we left on our big trip, and I have it now.
I’ve been snapping photos of everything - must document this occasion - but I packed my camera uploader cord thing in my checked baggage, so can’t include photos. Those will have to wait.
I’m in for a long night! Wonder if I can find any cheap DVDs around here to watch on my laptop tonight…. any recommendations?
