A College Seeress' Diary

In The Air

Dear Jesus,

On this unforgettable day, I'm breaking my diary entry record. It's the first time I'm writing in a location that is geographically closer to you, at least theoretically. I'm writing in the sky!  Yes, literally! And, this is the first time I'm travelling by air. Gosh, I'm a bundle of excitement waiting to explode. 

Yesterday, just before I sealed my travel luggage, I went to that amazing bookstore where I got my very first diary.
*Sniffs* My former diary is already filled up, so I bought a new one. Trust me, it was when I felt that ...*sings the singular harmonic note of Mozart*... moment, when magical glitters appeared, when I stared gooey-eyed and slack-jawed by the sight of this beautiful silver and pink embroidered diary, that I picked it up, smiled and proceeded to pay for my treasure.
Sticker notes, glitter pen and fancy stickers were also among the supplies I got. I had to buy what I knew I'd need. Who knows when next I'll have the opportunity of shopping in that bookstore? *Bawls at the thought*.

So I'm officially launching this diary tonight. Whoooo!!!! *Pops imaginary champagne and sprinkles imaginary confetti*

The journey to Flemming Strait, the capital State of my West African Island Country, takes about six hours on average.
We were scheduled for an evening flight. And by 'we', I mean me and my jolly buddies. Kathy and John to be precise.

However, mine was a sorry case because I wasn't able to admire fluffy, immaculate white cotton clouds against a bluish backdrop, just like it had been portrayed in those cliche movies.

I wasn't able to, seeing as I suffered a fleeting bout of hypoxia (It's motion+altitude sickness.) Impressed that I'm already practicing medical vocab? Or should I say amused? He he he...
I guess I was hyper excited about flying for the first time and my body was trying to adjust. 

Not to suck up all the fun though, I caught a glimpse of the sunset through my window and it was so beautiful I felt I could tear up. Yup! I was blessed with the much-coveted window seat. The highlight of plane travel.

And my airsickness was bearable. That's because my friends are here with me, to give me morale support.
Only Pris couldn't afford an air ticket so she's going to meet us at school. Travelling by road from Mangrone Strait to Flemming Strait will take roughly twenty hours. The poor girl's definitely going to be drained from the stress and boredom of travelling with her mom. The overprotective spirit common to all mothers still hasn't left Mrs Hewett.

John and Kathy are seated behind me. Somehow, by every bit of coincidence, they ended up in seats that were side by side. As in... They are seated together!
I have decided not to overanalyze how this coincidence came to be. Truth to be told, Lord, I would have been a ton more happier had it been me paired with either of them.
Even though personally, if we minus the awkwardness of it, I'd definitely have gone for seating beside John if I had a say in the seating arrangement.

Could it be that they somehow payed for their tickets consecutively. Or was it an alphabetic arrangement? K for Kathlyn comes immediately after J for John.
Would it be weird if I turn back to check them now? I wonder what they're doing? Sleeping? Reading? Listening to music? Or, gasp! *whispers* talking to each other?

Hold on a sec. Am I overthinking this already? Aaaaahhhh!!! What's wrong with me?

I think it was for my good that things turned out the way it did. Jesus, please remove every selfish bone from me. Amen.

One of the things I thought I would miss so much was Angel's Wings. Remember it? John's Harley power bike.

When John and I were chatting a few days ago and I asked him what plans he had to maintain his power bike seeing he'll be away for a while, he said that it was covered. A cargo delivery company will ship it to him in college in two weeks' time. He briefly mentioned that his grandparents had covered the bills of anything that had to do with maintenance of his 18th birthday gift. Saying I was happy is an understatement for how I felt.
Thinking of this, I wonder what dad would think if I asked if I could start driving lessons soon.