Wednesday, April 13, 2011

2 Years and 2 Months

2 Years and 2 months... that's how long it's been since I've been on an airplane. 
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To some people that might be seen as a welcome thing - but not to me.  That means that it's been 2 years and 2 months since I've left the country.  And I like leaving the country.  Leaving the country means seeing new things and experiencing new cultures and getting bad hair cuts because you don't know as much Spanish as you thought you did!  In the past 2 years and 2 months the only places I have travelled are to Georgia to pick up Sancho (who now lives in Erie, but I wish every day still lived with me - he was the best slobbery dog ever!), to Canton, Ohio to run a half marathon, and to Niles, Ohio several times to go to the mall.  Oh yeah, and to Youngstown once to see Sesame Street Live. 

I realized that I don't even know the current TSA requirements!  This is awful!!!  I must get on a plane immediately... preferably one bound for Scotland, or Paris, or Mexico, or anywhere but here! 

I really must figure out a way to get my butt on a plane.  And a way to pay for it. 
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Preferably with a couple million dollars left over for sight-seeing...

Anyone got an idea of how to get a cool 3 million in the next few days?  I'd love to get this traveling out of my system before I start school in 3 weeks.