What day is it?

I just landed in Vienna. No offense to any Austrians, but this airport is now on the very top on my list along with JFK as the most confusing and complicated airport to navigate. Finally found my gate after endless empty spans of blank white walls and hallways that had no signs or directions of any sort. Little stressful but made it and now am here for my very short break after the 9 hour flight I just had from DC and before my 3 1/2 hour flight in a few minutes to Amman.

My dad asked me several times over the last few days how I was feeling about my next journey. Worried? Nervous? Freaked? Happy? Anything at all? I wasn't Delong much cause Vermont was a nice distraction and because every time I move away or start a new chapter it hits me differently. My thought process, nervousness, reactions hit at different times. Moments of clarity among all if the hectic and anxious thoughts speeding through my mind happen, but they happen when they happen. Well, it's starting to kick in a bit now.

The realization that I'm not just on vacation or just having some little exploration. The realization that I'm not going back home to my bed, my family/friends, my comfort zone in a few days. The realization that I am now in search of a new comfort zone. I remember this feeling now. These are feelings I've had before when I was on my way to Botswana or Boston...yet, I often forget this feeling exists until it hits again. It's not a bad feeling. Just a very weird feeling. A familiar yet also foreign feeling because every time is different, like how every country and culture is different. It's an overwhelming and constant feeling of happiness, fear and utter confusion all mixed together.

It's a good thing...at least it's always turned out to be a good thing in the end in the past. Usually means I'm on the brink of something good, scary and forever life changing, which is kind of my wheelhouse...so I guess all is right with the universe thus far. (knock on wood) It's time to cross my fingers and leap in, despite the complete daze I'm in and inability to remember what day or time or time zone I am actually in.

So, just kidding about the short break and almost being in Amman part. We all got out boarding passes scanned, climbed on to the bus, drove across the airport, started to board the plane for our scheduled departure of 10:10am....to then be kicked off the flight and told we have to get an entirely new plane and will leave in 3 hours instead, thus continuing my pattern of having something malfunction or go wrong on every single leg of this journey. I'm pretty amazed I have even made it as far as Vienna at this rate and/or haven't been detained. After this flight was delayed, we were all told to go up stairs and wait at the restaurants. The doors through security wouldn't open so many got stuck in this creepy little room for about ten mins while the rest of us were instructed to just go through the security scanners with all of our stuff which then set off the entir airport alarm and locked down this terminal for 20 mins. What looked to be the Austrian SWAT team showed up. This is all following the hour spent on the DC tarmac waiting fir the closed airspace over New York to clear up so we could depart due to a storm. Many variations if lockdown going on. My goal is to be done with those after this one ends at the there leave for good.

I'm sitting here now listening to very pretty Arabic music on the phone of the guy next to me, who is with his wife that is wearing a full Burka and there tiny cute little kids running around. They a screaming little phrases at one another and laughing, there parents are telling them to stop and sit and talk softly. They a speaking in Arabic...and I understand part of what they a saying. Pretty cool. So new. So different....getting that feeling again.

Gotta hopefully go board the plane and actually leave this time, so have to g
Oh yeah, definitly have that feeling again!
It's Jump time! :)