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I watched the Proverbial Sunrise…

… Coming up over the Pacific. (You might think i’m losing my mind, but I’ll shy away from the specifics. Cause i don’t want you to know where I am, cause then you’ll see my heart in the sadest state it’s ever been.)

But for reals, I did manage to watch the sunrise come up over the Pacific. It’s normally where I’ve seen it set. I thought it was pretty cool, and since i had been up since 5:30, I figured I might as well catch it. It’s not every day you get to see the sunrise and who knows when I would get to see it again.

Anyway – He’s some photos from the flight and travel over. It took up about 33 and half hours to get to the hotel from the office door.

We got to the airport at a half past a stroller.

This is me with my travel buddy, Elyssa. I can’t seem to go anywhere without her tagging along.

This is one of the reasons we’re traveling a whole world away, to leave this one so she can get some schooling.

This is where I waned and wished that you were here with me.

This is my lovely view on the Dallas to SFO flight.

And what I saw out the window.

But I did manage to see quite a bit through this little crack

Including a 4 hour sunset

Me, playing with my forward facing camera

Elyssa and Arika

The flight juice.

Some crazy clouds.

SFO, where I bribed the Qantas lady to do all our Visas with a stack of Mother’s Iced Oatmeal cookies and she still did them wrong.

My sleeping mask. Cause I’m a pirate! ARRG… JK! Ninjas forever!!!1!

End of part one. And we said our good byes and continued on our way, sans Arika.

Flying into Surfer’s Paradise/Gold Coast.

Awesome flowers at the airport.

I went rattlesnake hunting and actually captured some.

This is Surfer’s Paradise

The view from my hotel room.

Menu for Midgets.

Old suit of armor.

Sunrise.

Chasing the Setting Sun

Always westward my heart is pointed. It always has been. Growing up westward is where everything was: the cities, the ocean, and family and the road trips to visit them. Going west was a constant adventure. Even now, as an adult my heart points west. My hometown is in the west; it’s my mecca of friends and family, trees and mountains. Cool lakes for the hot, dry summers.

As I’m writing this, I am on a plane going west. Going so far west that the world will change. The setting sun we’re chasing will become the rising sun. So far that even this hot and humid summer will be replaced by a cool coastal winter.

And there I will work, I will play, I will adventure.

My heart will long now for the east, to California and past to Texas.

I’ll say my goodbyes, and fly back to greet the setting sun and catch it in the air.

But not without leaving a piece of heart in the form of a little sister in the far west, the land of the setting sun.

There’s a hole in my finger, dear Liza…

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And it wasn’t there before.

Anyone out there have an abscess before? It was fun. It’s like an ingrown finger nail that just decides to not get better, and swell up, and become very, very painful.

Did I mention that it doesn’t get better?

So I have a fun little trip today to the ER. And when ever I say ER, I always think that it’s some crazy emergency, but nope, just some minor surgery that needed to be done. I’ll be brief and spare you all the gory details, but I do want to share these two with you.

1. It was the oddest thing when he was numbing my finger. He injected a few cc’s of whatever it was he used and I felt it. It was gross. It could feel it bubbling under my skin and moving around. Makes me shudder just thinking about it.

2. It was cauterized with some fancy stick. It turned my skin all black and scary looking. Here’s a pic: http://tweetphoto.com/25211236 you can kind of see where the hole is too.

ANYWAY, I’m off to St. Louis in the morning to hit the ground running with my two feet, ten toes, two hands and most of my ten fingers. I feel like I’m packing light, and that kind of scares me.

Wish me luck and stuff!

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