Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
seanan_mcguire
  • Mood: anxious
  • Music: Katy Perry, "Pearl."

Packing to flee the country, one bag at a time.

Well, here we go: I am now officially 90% of the way packed for my trip to Australia. My suitcases zip with relative ease. I still need to load up my thumb drive, since The Big Laptop isn't making the journey with me, and I have a few CDs scheduled to be delivered later this week that I'm really hoping to get onto my iPod before I fly, but that's about it. It's all dumping out my purse and finding my spare laptop battery from here.

It's weird to sit here and realize that in forty-eight short hours, I will be on a plane, about to land in Los Angeles, where I'll get on a second plane and begin the long journey to Melbourne. Because it's a night flight, I'll probably sleep for the first five or so hours, then wake up, blink groggily, and start working. That's just what I do on planes. (You think I'm kidding. I point to Exhibit A, Chasing St. Margaret. It's a romantic comedy. About jetlag. I wrote it, primarily, on my flight from San Francisco to London, and finished it on the flight from London to San Francisco. Because I am bitchin' productive when I'm several thousand feet up in the air.)

I have wanted to visit Australia since I knew there was an Australia to visit. To be quite honest, for a long time, I wanted to move there, until I realized a) my friends would miss me, b) quarantine would be hell on the cats, and c) Australia's immigration laws mean I couldn't move anyway. So visiting will have to be enough. I'm a little scared and a little excited and a little totally ready to be on my way, because seriously, I have no attention span and no brain left. It's sad, except for the part where it's funny for people who aren't me.

I will come back with wonderful stories and probably a sunburn, souvenirs, memories, and the strong desire to sleep for a week. Hey, who knows—maybe I'll even come back with a tiara. That'd sure make my mother happy.

Two days to Australia. That's too soon; that's nowhere near soon enough.
Tags: australia makes you die, con prep, in the wild, travel, wild adventures
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tibicina

August 26 2010, 11:49:24 UTC 6 years ago

You know, if you have a passport, Canada is really only a few hours from Seattle. (And they have good candy and real sugar in their soda. Also Tim Hortons donuts.)

seabhac_mhor

August 26 2010, 18:24:48 UTC 6 years ago

Sadly, no passport this time. The primary point of the journey (aside from meeting the friends) is that I'm actually *making* the trip. Well, that and the swing past Crater Lake on my way back. And the trip to Powell's. And crossing not one, but two state boundaries on an adventure "to do that which I have not done before with gleeful abandon" (as I described it to people).

However, I *am* staying in Grants Pass as a way-point. Should the world end during my trip, at least I'll be there.