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The Near-Tragedy of the Lost Mail Key


We made it home to 60 degree cloudy weather in Seattle, a much more familiar gray sky. We flew straight over the Olympics, then the Sound, then my aunt's house in Magnolia, then skyscrapers, the stadiums, I-5, and finally landed a half hour before schedule. I have to say these were some of the easiest plane rides of my life and I didn't even think about opening my bottle of nice and potent tranquilizers. Phillip had requested emergency exit seats (and I am probably the only person in the world who, upon hearing that she has an emergency exit seat does not immediately think, "Score!" but "OHMYGOD what if I have to actually OPEN the DOOR!?!?") and this made for a more comfortable ride. Watch out, though, all you who try this tactic, because you might be exchanging cramped legs for the flourescent lighting and the constant hurried movements and general eavesdrop-able bitchiness of the flight attendants hanging out in the food storage space inches from your sleep-deprived body.

It's now a half hour past midnight, a time I rarely see when I'm at home. It's the jet lag. And the fact that after we called the parents, emailed the friends, and unpacked our toothbrushes, we fell asleep at 10 and didn't wake up till 5. Seriously, I was just going to take a quick nap.

I've gone on more than my share of trans-Atlantic plane rides and I'd like to say that I have met Jet Lag and Conquered him, but it's unfortunately not true. I think I might even be getting worse. This time will probably be especially awful because I've never had jet lag in this direction before. Usually I'm flying 9 time zones to the west, not the east. Coming home means going to bed at 5 and waking up at 3. This whole not-tired-yet thing is completely new to me- but it's only 3:30 in the afternoon in Xi'an. Ah, Xi'an.

I made tea this afternoon. I boiled water in my tiny teapot (a year-late never-used wedding gift from my little brother who just wanted to make sure that he got his wedding gift from me) and poured it into the teeny tiny tea cups (another wedding gift I've never used.) Before China I never drank tea, didn't like tea, couldn't stand the mere smell of tea. But when it's the only thing the restaurant gives you to drink, and especially when you find out it takes the sting out of the spicy noodles AND makes your sore throat feel tons better, tea becomes your friend. So I bought some loose jasmine tea at the 3-Floor Grocery Store in Xi'an and thought I'd try it out at home. I poured some leaves into the little strainer thingies that fit inside the cups and stuck the lids on (which also double as coasters) to let it steep. And oh it was like drinking Fields of Flowers Febreeze. So, my first attempt at tea was a bit too strong, but I'll figure it out.

Phillip and I both have the week off to figure out this sleeping thing, thank goodness. We intend to spend the week dilligently watching everything TiVo saved for us (Two episodes of Scrubs! Yay!), unpacking, buying groceries, and making the apartment look as if I didn't spend entire days hosing it down before we left.


oh, if you find tons of crumbs and crap all over your apartment that is definitely not because sean threw huge parties there while you were gone.

i'm sure i can come up with a more reasonable explanation... would you believe it was probably a bunch of fuzzy little chipmunks nibbling on crackers?

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There are nights that even im so tired from work, I still find it hard to sleep; even I want!

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