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I am sitting here at the International Terminal 5 in Chicago.  I’ve been sitting here watching CNN bash the presidential candidates and chatting with a very nice gal from Arkansas who is traveling to Bristol to study Environmental Sciences.  I am proud of myself to think of blogging now and not saving it for later. This is a good start and I hope to make you all proud!! Most of the people, well women, around me are dressed in the traditional Indian garb in the gorgeous saris and leather sandals.  The lady sitting next to me, at my best guess, is probably pushing 80 and continues burping out loud, much to my delight.  Sara, the gal going to Bristol, and me find ourselves desperately trying to hide our laughter, as no one else around us seems to pay it much mind.  Lets just say it’s making the hours before I board go by quickly. 

I must admit that I am surprised at my lack of sadness in leaving.  I have no cried yet in all my goodbyes to friends, family, Eden, and my country.  It’s hard to be sad when I’m so excited to be leaving.  Usually this isn’t the case and so I am going to bask in every happy moment that I have.  The atmosphere in the international terminal is one of anticipation.  I love hearing the different languages being spoken, as most people are not using English.  These languages are much more pleasing to the ear although I must admit I am happy to be flying into an airport where English is the main language. 

Soon we will board and I will be on my way.  The plane is HUGE, it is in fact two stories; I had no idea they actually made planes with two stories.  It would be fun to be able to explore the entire plane but I have a feeling the upper level is for those who can afford to fly a little more comfortable than I can.   That is fine with me.  I was asked where I would like to sit and I am pleased to fine myself with a window seat although I realize now that most of my flight will be in the dark and therefore the window will be useless.  Oh well, I hope to wake up for the dawn and seeing the sun rise on top of the clouds.  

 I’m going to sign off now- next time I write it will hopefully be from Cardiff!