So it goes:

Sitting here in the Portland airport by myself makes me feel like a lost little kid. Everyone seems to know where they're going, and then there's me:
1. I've never flown by myself. Wait, take that back, I flew from PDX to LAX by myself, once.
2. I have an extra layover in Charlotte. The best part? There's no departure time on the ticket.

Everything will turn out alright.
Like the Mexico trip - we didn't get sold into slavery, get mugged, raped, or (obviously) murdered!



In other news, I've been thinking about all of the strong women in my life and how influential and inspirational they are.