Safe in the Midwest
The flight to Chicago was pretty good, if terribly long. We're here and we're safe so that's all that matters, really. 'Here' is currently Wausau, Wisconsin, on the way up to Bessemer, Michigan. We had intended to make the entire 8 hour drive tonight but, seriously, we ended up just being far too tired.
And we got to a late start. So tomorrow we finish the drive (only a couple of hours) and we visit with my grandparents out at the lake and see some waterfalls and naturey things like that. I'll have the camera with me so hopefully I'll be able to post some pictures... that is, if I can connect to the internet with my Mac. Much to my surprise, there is wifi in the Holiday Inn here, but I was just not having any luck connecting with my PB so I ended up just using the hotel computer.
I should sleep probably. I should be terribly jetlagged, but I'm just sort of wound up. The last couple of days are a blur. Yesterday, I was miles away from all of the terrorism and today I'm across the ocean in one of the most non-threatening spots my imagination can conjure up. It's a striking contrast. Layer on that the fact that I've had maybe ten hours of sleep in the last two days and the world is a bit hazy just now.
I'm not sleepy, though. Just weary.
I should try to sleep.
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Welcome to the USA, again! Do you have time to visit us in Cleveland?
If the G.I. Joe cartoon taught me anything, it's that idyllic natural spots are just coverups for underground COBRA bases.
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Beth Ballingall
food lover : world traveller : gamer : New Yorker : twenty-something : former Londoner : handbag lover : erstwhile soprano : geek
I'm terribly happy that you're okay and back here in the States.
Of all places, I heard about the bombings via MTV, while I was surfing channels. The TRL host was talking to some other dude that was standing in front of smoke and rubble, with the words "Live from London" across the bottom of the screen. He said something about the death toll being 37, and the wounded at close to 1000, and I switched quickly through the block of news channels I normally surf past, looking for information.
My first thought was about you, Bethlet, and of course, James.
I know that I don't know you that well, but when tragedy strikes somewhere that I know someone, I get all anxious and worried about the welfare of anyone I know that might be in the area.
The Pentagon attack was crystalized for me as worry about my friend Dana, who said that if she stood on her tippy toes in the shower, and looked extremely left, she could sort of make out some smoke. Clearly she was fine. But I was upset until she left me voicemail to say she hadn't been randomly touring the Pentagon that day or anything, and was perfectly a-ok. And that she had to return the calls of like 50 kajillion people letting them know she was unharmed.
At least I didn't know anyone in NYC at the time.
I was the one that told Erin about the bombings at dinner, and she was all worried about you, too. I assured her that someone would have called her if something had happened to either of you, because she was definitely in the loop for that sort of thing.
I'm just glad you're safe here now.