The day is here! It feels odd to think that this time tomorrow we'll be in Cannes, almost unreal. On our own for the first time, in a foreign country no less. People keep saying how great it will be, that it's going to be a life changing (or making) experience, but all I feel is exhausted. Nebraska has never felt so much like home. I can't really comprehend what is going to happen, but it doesn't really matter -- just have to wait.
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What are we doing?
Breathing the same air
Over and over. Drinking
Complementary beverages
And aching necks
While babies cry.
Popping ears
And motion sick vomit
Stained attendants
Make their rounds.
Sleepless envy of the
Old, vieny veterans
Reaching endlessly towards
The clouds that are too bright
To look at
Directly
"We hope you reach
Your future destination
Safely"
Where are we going?
The same place
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The Charlotte airport is filled with young people and I can't help but wonder if we're all interning at Cannes - too shy to ask.
Traveling is hungry business. Aliza and I devoured some "bagels" (I don't know the professional name, but they were warm and delicious)
We asked and the young people are not Cannes interns, just boring students going to London.
I'm anxious to read more about your trip. I enjoyed your poem so much. Sounds familiar! Keep thinking about what you're doing and then remember the time difference!
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