June 2004


June 27, 2004

… on a jet plane.

I know when I’ll be back again… 🙂 but first I have to get there. I was actually packed a coupled of hours ago.

Well, I better go and water some plants in the yard, it’s getting hot again. There is a brigade of house-sitters looking after my place in my absence, no worries there.

Switzerland, here I come…

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…for my trip to Switzerland.

Less than two weeks and I’m on that plane. Last year, when I was constantly in pain, I would have had a panic attack at the thought of this trip. The thought of suffering through airports, waiting, lining up… just the drudgery of dragging a suitcase and being handled like cattle. To think that it was my way of life for eons.

Started out as a Stewardess, ended up as a Flight Attendant, the job title, like everything else had to become politically corrected… That ended 13 years ago. Can you believe it? If I would have stayed in the flying business, I probably would have become screaming mad — as in crazy. For the longest time after I quit, I couldn’t even imagine packing another suitcase for another trip, through another airport, staying in another hotel, being polite to rude people, and the world is full of those.

What I started out to say is, I’m back to normal. The upcoming trip isn’t causing a panic attack, I’m going to say good-bye to my beloved brother. I am actually going to tell him that he IS my beloved brother. Am looking forward to that. The trip to see him one more time is just a minor inconvenience.

Ich sehe Dich bald, mein Bruderherz.

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