Two things out of the ordinary happened this morning. One, I didn't have to sit on my suitcase to close it and two, I am ready to get on the train and I still have twenty or so minutes to spare. Could this mean I am getting the hang of this whole traveling thing? I find my nerves are less effected by the great unknowing airports that are just never the same. Ever. Hence why I have something new to write every time I travel.
I feel calm and collected, and my growling stomach is requesting a roll or yogurt or something.
I hear a still, small voice telling me to get use to this whole idea of casually jumping on airplanes because it's going to be happening a lot in the next year. Tootles, Switzerland. I'm on my way over the ocean… again.
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