Stages of a Transatlantic flight.

Flying is fun! Alliteration, apparently, is also. Flying for 8 hours straight and you start to hear voices. 


Stage One:Excitement. This plane is going to take you somewhere new. All you have to do is sit back and relax. Piece of cake! (2 hours)

Stage Two: Boredom. There is only so long one can look at cornfields and lakes the size of puddles, or houses that resemble a mini game of Monopoly before it all gets old. And that book you brought? Snooze-fest. (1.5 hours)

Stage Three: Rationalization. You can make it. Only..5 and half hours to go! Maybe you can sleep? Wait,how do you recline this seat? And who said the passenger next to you got the armrest?! And can that row of girls SHUT UP!! Nothing is funny about bad airplane food. (1 hour).

Stage 4:Hallucinations. At this point, you may be experiencing many things. The constant white noise is making you question your sanity. You need to escape, so you make your way to the bathroom and stare at yourself–did you look this tired when you boarded the plane? Personally, I started hearing things–ominous plane noises. Somewhere in here you may snatch some sleep. Don’t expect more than 15 minutes before a stewardess inevitably comes by rustling a bag to wake you. (1.5-2 hours.)

Stage 5: Bargaining and Denial. If only you could parachute out of the window–anything to end this. You cannot sleep, you cannot think straight, and that blasted passenger next to you! Surely landing is close…45 minutes tops. Check the time–make that 2 hours. You will do anything to fall asleep. Drugs? Does anyone know where you can get a great Xanax? Or alcohol. Eight dollars for a mini bottle of tequila is starting to sound quite reasonable! 

And finally, blessedly, you start the descent that means you can STAND UP, and walk around, and most importantly, TALK. Freedom. 

“I don’t get homesick.”

Hah. I am a LIAR. I think I was homesick about 30 minutes after I hopped on the bloody plane. (Half my roommates use ‘bloody’ as their curse word of choice–it’s starting to stick.).

Training started today, and all of my housemates are very nice, so I am starting to acclimate and get excited about this DREAM COME TRUE of a job opportunity. Media Plus is expanding, big time, to markets outside of Europe. Hello world travel!! 

Thanks everyone for prayers and warm wishes, and the multiple messages I received asking if I was still alive…clearly I am. My luggage is here, I now have clean clothes, and I am as happy as a homesick clam. Ask me questions so I know what to answer and write about next!!

Oh, and my southern accent? It’s a big hit over here. 🙂

Packing is MAYHEM.

My pretty red suitcase is sitting in the middle of the living room floor, mocking me. Rude.

Have you ever tried to pack for a year, in one suitcase, taking into account both business and casual outings? And do not forget the seasons! No? Lucky you. This may be prove to be harder than actually leaving everyone I know.

Allow me to elucidate. I have (somewhat foolishly) decided to use this new job as an opportunity to severely downsize my life–embrace a minimalistic approach, if you will. In order to do this, I have determined to use one suitcase (limited to fifty pounds) and my carry-on for all the essentials. You can call me crazy. I’ve been muttering that same adjective to myself for about two weeks now.

Gung-ho, I gave packing a shot…and ended up about 15 pounds over the limit. Tears may or may not have followed. (Tears are allowed, because I’m stressed and moving. Irrationality has found a place in my life for a while.) I have an unhealthy attachment to quite a few articles of clothing. My mental pep talk sounded a bit like this “Mariah, they are just clothes. You can buy more later!” and “You do not actually need four pairs of yoga pants, because you don’t actually do yoga!”. So now I’m bribing myself with European shopping trips. Good grief, I’ve gone over the deep end.

I did find some wonderful articles online about capsule wardrobes, and that has helped me tremendously in planning outfits and regaining a semblance of my sanity. So I will be repeating the same outfits every 21 to 30 days. Who’s going to care? I’m counting more on my winning smile and sarcastic humor than my style, anyway. 🙂


The Countdown Begins

I just got my contract–my first day of training is April 2! I’m trying to plan everything–I am a planner by nature–and I’m learning that I can’t think of every scenario. This is going to be an exercise in faith for me, certainly. The list of things to take care of (books, change of address, clothes,) is starting to pile up, and the goodbye’s have started. 

Throughout the next month, my goal is to come to peace with the unknown and the inevitable surprises and hiccups. I’m going to enjoy this last month of ‘home’, and spend time with family and friends. I need to remind myself to really appreciate the people I’m surrounded with, and the time I’m spending with them now. I am excited, absolutely. But I’m  anxious and fearful too–I have to be mindful that my faith needs to override my fear!


Voir le Monde!

I’m moving to Europe! 

That sentence still doesn’t seem real to me, but it is. Thankfully. I’m going to be spending the next few years travelling Europe, moving to a new city or country every 3-4 months.

This is a place for my musings and the inevitable stories of culture clash. All interspersed with more pictures than anyone has a right to take. 

I still have a month before I leave, so any tips on moving, or places that are a ‘Must See’, are welcome!

just an old, sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind