This is not about today, nor yesterday. I am backtracking. Well, as you saw, if you read the first post, I am quite late in starting this… and most things – Um…I am working on it.
When I look at my planner (yes, I actually keep one), it says “Wednesday, February 2, 2011, ‘Begin documenting more detailed.'” No, this is not some secret code, nor was I stalking anyone and logging his/her every movement. This was simply an instruction to myself to begin writing more about my thoughts about who I thought I was becoming… If only I had actually started… It might have helped. Well, I won’t take the full blame for my late start on this one.
In the interim of not writing about the wonders of me, I was trying to plan for this trip. Meanwhile, Boston (where I actually live) was going through some kind of war with the snow gods and was losing the battle fast! Snow storm after ice storm after snow storm found me and everyone else desperate for something less interesting to happen – For me, things only manage to get worse… um, I meant more interesting.
Being that I am chronically late for everything (I should ask my mother if I actually showed up on time for my birth), I decided quite late (on Monday) to rent an international cellphone for my trip (on Thursday). Of course I requested for this phone to be shipped overnight to me via FedEx (arrival for Tuesday)… and of course, the snow gods landed, not just Boston, but the whole northeast and midwest of the U.S. a massive snow/ice storm on… Tuesday. That’s right! So, my phone sat in Indianapolis (frozen, I am sure) for two days, while I begged, beseeched, prayed, cried, and downright politely bullied my way through the ranks of FedEx… all the way through to Thursday morning – I am not sure I actually slept.
Logan airport is not a nightmare… Driving there, however, well, that’s another story. Add random snowfall… Well, you get the picture. I still didn’t have my phone.
Sitting at the gate about 60 minutes before boarding, I get the miraculous phone call from FedEx stating, “Your package is ready for pick-up in Needham.” Really? Can you be serious? I mean, I am only in the airport, pass security check, about an hour in the wrong direction from you… These are just small points, mind you – After gently suggesting to the FedEx employee that perhaps FedEx might want to bring the package to me given the circumstances, I discovered that I was not goddess-like after all, and could not actually move mountains, nor persuade the powers-that-be at FedEx to agree with me.
So, no-international-cellphone-me travelled from Boston to New York’s LaGuardia. By the way, I make it a rule to send messages to my loved ones (family, friends, bill collectors) to let them know that I will miss them and that I am leaving. It just so happens that one of my beloved friends, who happens to live next door to me and is quite aware of a not-so-recent shift in my relationship status, thought that when I said I was “leaving, ” I meant that I was leaving forever and never ever coming back. Thus, there I stood in the middle of LaGuardia (I can’t text and walk at the same time), trying to explain to him that the world hadn’t ended and that I would still be his neighbour, and that I wasn’t moving to Rome, but just taking a small vacation… I still am not sure whether or not he believes me. Oh well!
From LaGuardia I went on to Philadelphia (never do this to yourself) to take my international flight to Rome’s Fuminico airport. Besides having to take the smallest airplane I had ever seen in my life to Philadelphia, the outdoor shuttle commute from one terminal to another was a health nightmare as you went from the blast of heat from the inside to the blast of cold from the outside – I am almost certain this is one of the reasons why I have the cold I have right now! (I should call someone and complain.)
The flight to Rome was not without event. For the most part, it was quite a nice and gently ride – I ate nothing. You might ask, “D., why would you do such a thing?” Well, I will tell you why. As I said, the flight was “not without event.” I am not sure what was going on with the passengers on that flight. Consistently throughout the flight, however, it seemed a majority of the passengers were either hacking up one or the other of their lungs, or sneezing the remains of their last meals into the air. (The other reason I am sure for my present cold!) I spent the majority of time with my scarf wrapped around my nose while dousing myself in Purell! The woman in the row behind me actually tapped me on the shoulder and applauded my efforts as she too had been doing the very same thing as I!
To pass the time and keep sane (I hate flying even though I have been doing this since childhood), I practiced writing haiku. Yes, haiku. Why? Well, I am actually a part of a haiku & haiku art course, and will have to present work when I return. So, I figured I better get my understanding of haiku together… Or if nothing else, get the form down.
I wrote many. I won’t share them all here, because (as my teacher Pamela let me know in no uncertain terms) they were not very haiku. I will, however, share two that she liked and commended: one, I wrote before my journey; and the other, I wrote during the flight to Rome.
Leaves must turn towards
the colour of rust- Find joy
Beginning the end.
Have you yet counted
the raindrops, numerous, wild
pushing forth new life?