The journey of a thousand miles begins with but a single step....
Well, after leaving my parents' house this morning at about 0500 CDT, we've now arrived in Phoenix (at 1300 MST). I can't say I particularly enjoyed the last twelve hours, but we're here, and we have all our stuff despite only having a 35 minute connection in Charlotte (marking my first visit to North Carolina, I suppose).
It is pretty damn hot here, at least for me -- a bit north of a hundred at the moment -- but I guess it's not any worse than 85 and humid as hell back in Illinois. Still, the hotel seems really nice, so my mom will at least have a decent place to stay (and for the price, it really can't be beat).
There's not much on the schedule for today -- gaining three hours is throwing me off a bit, so I suspect we'll have an early dinner, but I think both of us are still suffering a little from the early morning and the long flight from CLT to PHX. Hopefully I can get some decent pictures today though -- Phoenix is really a pretty beautiful city, but it does have an oddly jarring quality of a moonscape in places if you're used to being surrounded by corn and soybeans.
Ever since yesterday, I've noticed that I've started noticing that every time I do something, I'm very aware of the fact that it will be the last time I do it before I have surgery. The last time I'm in my house. The last time I'm in my parent's house. The last time I see my dad, or my brother. Like the Protestant Reformation in Mr. Butler's lectures, it's becoming a fulcrum upon which everything in my life is turning. It's a very strange feeling, and I think it's probably the first real sign I've had that this is finally sinking in.
Edit: As Chesnut pointed out, Charlotte is in North Carolina. Whoops!
It is pretty damn hot here, at least for me -- a bit north of a hundred at the moment -- but I guess it's not any worse than 85 and humid as hell back in Illinois. Still, the hotel seems really nice, so my mom will at least have a decent place to stay (and for the price, it really can't be beat).
There's not much on the schedule for today -- gaining three hours is throwing me off a bit, so I suspect we'll have an early dinner, but I think both of us are still suffering a little from the early morning and the long flight from CLT to PHX. Hopefully I can get some decent pictures today though -- Phoenix is really a pretty beautiful city, but it does have an oddly jarring quality of a moonscape in places if you're used to being surrounded by corn and soybeans.
Ever since yesterday, I've noticed that I've started noticing that every time I do something, I'm very aware of the fact that it will be the last time I do it before I have surgery. The last time I'm in my house. The last time I'm in my parent's house. The last time I see my dad, or my brother. Like the Protestant Reformation in Mr. Butler's lectures, it's becoming a fulcrum upon which everything in my life is turning. It's a very strange feeling, and I think it's probably the first real sign I've had that this is finally sinking in.
Edit: As Chesnut pointed out, Charlotte is in North Carolina. Whoops!
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