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Southwest, JetBlue; How I, HateYou

For a month now I have been In Transit, and what I hate most about being In Transit is logistics. Sometimes I really, really hate logistics.

Now, for example.

Quebec was supposed to be several consecutive weeks of no logistics except what to have for dinner and what museum to check out and which movie to illegally download. Alas.

So today I wasted about six hours making calls and instant messaging and, worst of the worst, surfing for good airfares. It’s one of those things I feel compelled to do well beyond the point of usefulness, so that after half a day of screen blindness and frustration I know everything about who flies where and when but I’m still paying the first price quoted.

On the plus side I now have a Plan, and though it’s not the plan I started out with this summer or even this week or even this morning, it’s a good one. For starters I am staying here until Wednesday, here in the Other Portland with my friends Jones and John who live by a pond in a house with a garden and with a cottage that they have generously opened to me. A cottage with an Outdoor Shower. Outdoor Showers are on my Top Ten Favorite Things Ever list.

Next I am going to Virginia to visit Kira and Andrew and their baby Aerin, and Erin and John and their dogs, and Jordan before he goes to Hong Kong. And then, in the most miscellaneous twist of events, I am going to Austin for two weeks to see Lauren and Marc. And in Austin I will do what I intended to do in Quebec, namely work on the publication I am editing for my job by day and relish in good company and good summer fun by night, and send out some resumes in the in-between times. Resumes that will hopefully lead to some sort of gainful employment in a city where I will then find a place to live.

So. There we have it. An unexpected but delicious Plan that weirdly involves seeing all three of my close friends from high school as well as the first person in the world who will, with a few more years of language acquisition, call me Aunt Jenn. For someone who just got ousted from a foreign land with way too much baggage and exactly one dollar in relevant currency, I’m feeling pretty splendidly lucky.

posted by tortaluga @ 4:51 PM