InsaneJournal

If I'm being toyed with by a god, he's definitely one who has authority over travelers.
I'm feeling surprisingly good this morning. A bit twitchy and dizzy due to the shifted schedule of my medicating combined with the lack of sleep, but that should clear itself up by the afternoon if nothing horrible happens to set me off. It probably has something to do with finally having some decent sleep (I woke up after five hours, but it counts) and eating the first proper meal I've had in nearly thirty hours (although, guys? You have spiffy hotel rooms, I'd think you could spring for at least free muffins rather than just sticking a restaurant on your back end, even if it is awesome enough to almost have the same name as the one in the hotel in Hotel Dusk). I was so rushed getting onto the plane that I had nothing to eat between breakfast and airplane dinner, and then nothing after that until a sandwich around ten o'clock EST.

On the other hand it might be the calm after the storm effect, that thing you get after a harrowing experience when you finally get to lay down on a soft bed, access your beloved internet, and simply relax without obligation for the next few hours before heading off to the airport again. I was pretty much in a panicked daze from the point where we got caught in traffic between Cambridge and Stratford and I'm only really cooling down now.

Actually, it wasn't until breakfast that it really hit me exactly where I was and what was going on. I'm sitting in a hotel, hundreds of miles away from anyone I know or can contact and thousands of miles away from my starting point, having dragged myself here across two state borders with the aid of several buses while bearing a full backpack and two overstuffed pieces of luggage, one of which has a broken handle. And I got here on my own without breaking down or crying at any point along the way at the confusion or mislaid plans that seem to dog my every step when I travel. It's...pretty damn impressive by my standards and I don't think I could have done it a year ago. Lost time and money aside this is actually kind of encouraging.

And for record-keeping purposes, I'm just going to make a tally of how many vehicles it took to get here.

Bus from Cambridge
Plane to JFK, in place of plane to Newark
Bus from JFK to Grand Central Station
Bus from Grand Central to Newark Airport
Airtrain from Terminal B of Newark Airport to P4 (okay, so the airtrain is pretty cool)
Hotel shuttle to Wyndham Garden Hotel

Hoping everything goes well, it will be followed by:

Hotel shuttle to Newark Airpot
Airtrain to check-in
Airtrain to appropriate terminal
Plane to Charlotte
Plane to Knoxville
Parent-driven car to parents' house.

Dang.