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International Travel Stuff
Jet lag sucks.
For the last five minutes, I’ve been sitting here at my desk trying to think of anything else. But the above is all I could come up with. So there you have it. For all you would-be-stalkers who wanted your chance to break into my house and sniff around in my cupboards, you missed it. I’m back in country now. The spiders have been put on notice that they need to pack up and move back outside. (They’re none too happy about it, either.)
Even my computer seems effected by jet lag, and it didn’t move from my desk the entire time I was gone. Still, Brave Browser stubbornly refused to connect to the internet, as if it were struggling to figure out where in the world I was attempting to search the internet from. My iPad, which did travel with me, insisted on calculating my attempted purchases in Baht rather than USD, despite the fact it had been in the states for over twenty four hours.
Why again are my algorithm overlords so fixated on my GPS coordinates? Heaven forfend I try to stream digital content from some place outside of the United States without kissing some one else’s digital ring. My wetware brain wants to crawl back into bed, despite the fact it wanted to lay there and think about nonsense all night long. And whose bright idea was it to travel to Southeast Asia for two weeks? I mean, I could have pulled off a one week trip without ever fully adjusting to opposite-side-of-the-world time. A month long visit would have allowed me to at least enjoy a few weeks of normalcy. But two weeks is just enough to totally flip-flop twice.
Then you throw in some traveler’s diarrhea along with some sort of friendly-skies virus, and the return to Idaho is one continuous party that has me asking why I didn’t permanently move to Thailand, or anywhere else in the world. It’s simply not worth coming back at this point.
Oh, I know in another few days, things will be right side up again. I’ll be back on the horse, flaunting my offensive verbosity and my ridiculous pomposity. (You didn’t think I’d be able to work ‘pomposity’ into my missive today, did you? Not even jet lag can totally scramble me.)
As I sit here typing and listening to Jelly Roll, I have to admit, I’m slowly warming to my MDT time zone again. Nestled right in between Central and Pacific. Not forced to rub elbows with those Eastern time zone jerks. It’s not a bad place to be. But I can’t help think of my Asian bros on the other side of the planet. It’s lonely being separated by half a revolution. It’s dark over there. Probably raining. Today has already come and gone. They’ve already dealt with whatever troubles I’ve yet to meet. I hope they’re peacefully asleep, after midnight now.
There is a price to pay for striving to connect the globe—to travel from one side to the other—to experience what the other half of the world is experiencing. When I think of it that way, jet lag is a small price. One I’ll gladly pay today, and again tomorrow.
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