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Philadelphia airport!
My bag weighed 51 pounds and the counter lady let it slide, which was cool.
The airport has free wireless on weekends apparently, which is cool.
Plane got stuck in Chicago and will be about 20-30 minutes delayed, which is uncool (but in theory we should actually land in Pittsburgh at the same time anyway).
I'm actually feeling very existential about stuff, and by "stuff" I mean actual tangible things I own. It's really neat to have old books and old things in general, and at the same time there really ISN'T ANY POINT. I dunno, I like keeping ticket stubs and things like that because they are small tangible reminders of things I did, but I've really got to get better about not keeping other such stuff.
Books are a problem. I love books, but they're heavy and not easily transportable. Also, I don't spend enough time reading them.
In reality I wish I just had virtual copies of everything. I want to remember what times of my life were like, but instead of a notebook I'd rather have text files. I'm glad I have LJ for the last 8 years; wish I'd saved more out of my CMU account for the interim though.
So, I did get over to Jim's for my Last Cheesesteak. I took photos of random Philly stuff (not touristy, just the things I always walk past on this route) while just walking along the way. I felt kinda dorky doing it, but I'll be glad to have them later.
At Jim's, I ordered my usual (pizza steak, american cheese, with onions) and the counter guy was like "HEY! I'VE SEEN YOU BEFORE! I MADE YOU THE SAME PIZZA STEAK LAST WEEK, RIGHT?" and well, it was actually just like three days ago, but I didn't correct him. He asked my name, I told him Deanna, he said "I'm gonna call you Dee! See you next week, Dee!" I didn't have the heart to say that this was the last time I'll be there for an indefinite period.
I worked on packing more. Here's the stupid thing: I got everything packed, and I even finished sorting through all my stuff, or so I thought. HOWEVER it turns out there are like 3-4 MORE boxes of random crap of mine in my room. I thought all the boxes on the sides were my DAD'S stuff, not mine, so I didn't go through them. Wish he'd told me that before... anyway, I feel stupid that I was around for a month and a half and still didn't manage to go through everything. Grrr. So now there are three boxes of books under my bed that should be donated to a library when someone has a chance, and one box of papers and things I wanted my dad to ship to Seattle for me.
Anyway, Dad promises to still be alive in a year so I can come back and finish going through all of my crap. I really wonder what the hell I'll be up to one year from now.
Walking to Market East carrying a 51-pound bag on my back and a laptop bag and a carry-on bag in front was quite crazy, for a total of somewhere like 70-80 pounds of stuff. It occurred to me that it might have been a nice little insight into what it would be like to weigh that much. Which is to say, it would suck, and my legs would hurt a lot.
So, Pittsburgh. And Chicago after. I hope this is a good fun happy week with people!
Sounds like my flight is going to start boarding in about 5-10 minutes, only about 25-30 minutes late :) Wheeeeee.
The airport has free wireless on weekends apparently, which is cool.
Plane got stuck in Chicago and will be about 20-30 minutes delayed, which is uncool (but in theory we should actually land in Pittsburgh at the same time anyway).
I'm actually feeling very existential about stuff, and by "stuff" I mean actual tangible things I own. It's really neat to have old books and old things in general, and at the same time there really ISN'T ANY POINT. I dunno, I like keeping ticket stubs and things like that because they are small tangible reminders of things I did, but I've really got to get better about not keeping other such stuff.
Books are a problem. I love books, but they're heavy and not easily transportable. Also, I don't spend enough time reading them.
In reality I wish I just had virtual copies of everything. I want to remember what times of my life were like, but instead of a notebook I'd rather have text files. I'm glad I have LJ for the last 8 years; wish I'd saved more out of my CMU account for the interim though.
So, I did get over to Jim's for my Last Cheesesteak. I took photos of random Philly stuff (not touristy, just the things I always walk past on this route) while just walking along the way. I felt kinda dorky doing it, but I'll be glad to have them later.
At Jim's, I ordered my usual (pizza steak, american cheese, with onions) and the counter guy was like "HEY! I'VE SEEN YOU BEFORE! I MADE YOU THE SAME PIZZA STEAK LAST WEEK, RIGHT?" and well, it was actually just like three days ago, but I didn't correct him. He asked my name, I told him Deanna, he said "I'm gonna call you Dee! See you next week, Dee!" I didn't have the heart to say that this was the last time I'll be there for an indefinite period.
I worked on packing more. Here's the stupid thing: I got everything packed, and I even finished sorting through all my stuff, or so I thought. HOWEVER it turns out there are like 3-4 MORE boxes of random crap of mine in my room. I thought all the boxes on the sides were my DAD'S stuff, not mine, so I didn't go through them. Wish he'd told me that before... anyway, I feel stupid that I was around for a month and a half and still didn't manage to go through everything. Grrr. So now there are three boxes of books under my bed that should be donated to a library when someone has a chance, and one box of papers and things I wanted my dad to ship to Seattle for me.
Anyway, Dad promises to still be alive in a year so I can come back and finish going through all of my crap. I really wonder what the hell I'll be up to one year from now.
Walking to Market East carrying a 51-pound bag on my back and a laptop bag and a carry-on bag in front was quite crazy, for a total of somewhere like 70-80 pounds of stuff. It occurred to me that it might have been a nice little insight into what it would be like to weigh that much. Which is to say, it would suck, and my legs would hurt a lot.
So, Pittsburgh. And Chicago after. I hope this is a good fun happy week with people!
Sounds like my flight is going to start boarding in about 5-10 minutes, only about 25-30 minutes late :) Wheeeeee.
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I'm used to doing it because I'm somewhat used to taking public transportation to the airport no matter what city I'm in -- even Seattle -- but it still sucks when I've got 2 months of stuff on my back.
I'm thinking I might try to stop by the post office here and ship some of the books I've got with me back to Seattle that way... lighten the load a little bit, although this doesn't solve the "how to get things back to Japan" problem that I'm going to run into.
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I have a cheap Southwest flight from here to Chicago next Wednesday.
Now I should book my flight from Chicago to Seattle...
Will I see you around sometime here? I don't play poker but I know a lot of you guys hang out and do...
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