And We're Off

Hello! I hope you are well. I myself am a little nervous, a little excited, a little hungry. I've gota nice seat, though, a rocking chair facing out on the fading light of a Boston evening; something that, if things go to plan and I don't get deported back to the US,  I won't get to watch for a while. 

I ended up misremembering my flight time in what I can only assume is the first of many, many dumb mistakes that I'll make. That's not the greatest feeling. I'm just now coming off an adrenaline rush as a result of the panic that ensued; I'd miss my flight and not get to Paris and not be able to continue on to New Delhi and just generally all the bad things that can happen would happen. But! In  what I can only assume is the first of many, many strokes of luck (although there will definitively not be a one-to-one correspondence between the luck and the fuck ups), I actually ended up getting through security in approx. 3 minutes,  and  everything resolved itself. So that's good! 

And now I'm about to get on the flight, that will take me to Reykjavik to Paris to India and Myanmar, Nepal and Thailand and potentially any number of new ad fascinating places (I speak, at the moment, somewhat metaphorically; the concrete manifestation of the flight will only last me as long as Iceland). I know I'll miss a lot of people. If you are actually reading this (as you seem to be) it is quite likely that you, in particular, will be very missed. I was going to say: don't have too much fun without me, but you really should. I'll try to do the same. 

One last note: I don't know if I'm actually going to use this much. I'll try to keep in touch, but I might be to busy living my own life to fulfill your desire to live vicariously through me :) I'll write when I can, though, and take a lot of pretty pictures and make some good stories for later recitation. Take care! Fare well! 

Love, 

Nolan