Wandering Limbs

Before this trip, my longest flight was a mere 5 hours. This weekend, i conquered what seemed like a year on a plane: 15 hours or mindless television, pages of empty text, music, and movies that didn't last long enough. I occupied myself by eating every chance given, which was almost every hour. Two meals, snacks, sweets, and endless drinks 39,000 feet in the air? It was hardly a bother, though i can not argue that the arrival of hour 14 was more than a relief.
The most important part of my journey was over with: getting to Australia alive. At 5:45 AM, i arrived in Brisbane, QLD. Customs was a breeze, baggage claim was a drag. I was finally here, after a year of dreaming and months of planning- i was finally in another country. The tropical air hung thick and my skin was rewarded for enduring 15 hours with minimal moisture with a glorious kiss of  humidity. No bottled water could ever please me as much as this.
And so here i am, at 12:30 PM on Monday. All of my bags are unpacked, i've had a nice shower, and my rooms feels like home. Amber and Paul are at work, and i'm here dreaming about the rest of my life.

Cheers to a safe trip, a glorious landing, and my traveling soul finally finding peace.
-M.