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PDX to MSP to CDG

Part 1: Portland to Cairo via MSP and CDG.

I felt very sad leaving my boys today. I talk so much about wanting to live the life of travel. Then when the time comes to turn my words into action, I get all sad and homesick. Hopefully, as I make some distance in the air, my unease at leaving my loved ones fades a little.

Little Henry was, I'm sure, convinced he was coming with me since he rode to the airport with us. He's been sleeping with his head on my backpack for a couple of days thinking he'd catch me slipping out the door. As Chris drove away his little head poked over the top of the rolled down window willing me with his eyes to stop the car and get him! My hope is that he realizes he needs to get back in the car to pick me up at the airport and doesn't sleep by the garage door for a month.

I feel so fortunate to have such a sweet and supportive husband. He knew I was a little on edge, so he let me behave like a spoiled rotten nincompoop. He didn't yell at me once as I was giving him instructions on how he can take care of Henry as I do. Truthfully, though, aside from Kristin Haagensen, Chris is the only one I feel like is the next best thing to me. Chris will be okay and so will Henry and Stewart.

And, so, off I go for a summer adventure.

Arriving at the airport this morning and printing my boarding passes, I was surprised (should I have been?) to see that Air France changed my seat from MSP to CDG and CDG to CAI to middle seats in the back of the planes yet again. WHAT? Luckily I got a solid 5K run in this morning, so I was feeling calm, cool, and collected. A nice Delta agent got me moved to aisle seats in the backs of both planes and printed the boarding passes for me. I'll check in MSP again to see what Air France has done.

I typed my first "real" travel blog entry on the plane to MSP. My mind is finally starting to shift to vacation mode.

All my possessions for the summer are in two bags--one that weighs 11.9 Kilograms and one that weighs 8 Kilograms. So often I find myself a slave to material possessions. I need a better laptop bag, new pants, a particular hair product. It's easy to become enamored with all the things one could possess. When I left for my first backpacking trip to South America in 1995, I had the biggest bags. I asked my dad to help me carry them out of the house and into the car. He said, "No. If you can't carry them on your own, you have too much stuff." Thanks, Dad, for that valuable lesson. This trip will be a great reminder of what I need in life to exist.

Posted by venisha 17:00 Archived in USA

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