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I made it.

I’m in Virginia, in a lovely room. This hotel appears to be run by shaggy-haired, sweater-wearing, loafer loving, indie-rock sweetheart young twenty-something guys. Not that I mind. They’re easy on my mind and my eyes.

There’s lots of eats within easy walking distance, so I walked over to Outback for dinner. It was my first meal today. I had some lemon tea at the Houston airport, and a handful of mixed nuts, but that’s all.

I overslept this morning, because I couldn’t drift off last night.

But all went relatively smooth after that, other than the assholes at security in Houston. They treated me like I was trying to smuggle something, and it pissed me off. I let them fluster me, which made me even angrier. I realize that’s their job, to be thorough, but they can do it WITHOUT the nasty attitudes.

I have class at 8:30AM tomorrow.

Virginia is very beautiful from the little bit I have seen thus far. Definitely refreshing to my eyes.

It will be a new experience.

When I was first doing a little fast research on my hotel and the area I was staying in, I misread something.

It was on the website of the company hosting the classes I’m attending. They had a hotel listed as having a shuttle to and from class. I thought that was my hotel.

After further research tonight, I find that it is not.

My hotel is about six miles from the airport, and it’s another three miles to class. Not far, but too far to hoof it.

So I start researching rental cars. It seems no one likes to rent to anyone under 25.

- sigh -

Hertz does, but they want to charge an extra $27 per DAY to do it. Enterprise does at some locations, and I’m confused as to whether or not Dulles is one after reading their crazy FAQ’s; irregardless, even if they did, they also charge $25 per day to rent to a youngun.

Holy. Crap. That’s expensive. This after my boss nicely asked me to shop around and get a cheap rate before I rented a car, if I chose to.

So I researched on available cab companies. I’ve never ridden in a cab before. There are plenty that seem to be in the area; I guess I’ll talk to the folks at the hotel and see who they recommend… and if all else fails I COULD shuttle back to the airport and rent a vehicle. I don’t know how much a cab costs but surely, surely it is cheaper than what I’d end up paying for my young self to rent a car. Sheesh.

I thought vacation was supposed to be fun?

While it has been LOVELY to be away from work, and to purposely ignore the whiny emails and voicemails that have been flung at me despite me being gone…

My vacation has been less than pleasant.

I’ve had a couple of ugly spats. I had a night of sucking water out of the kitchen and laundry room with the shop-vacuum because the washer failed. I’ve dropped everything I’ve touched today. None of the plans I have made have come to happy fruition. With the exception of one silly evening I enjoyed over the weekend, everything has been covered with a dusting of dissatisfaction.

Then, tonight, I realized, it’s my outlook that has made things so sour. I’m headed for that low spot again. At least I caught it, this time.

So. Tomorrow. I’m going to do all day whatever the fuck I feel like doing. If I decide I want to sleep in the morning… I’m going to sleep. If I wake up with some energy, I’m going to clean and rearrange. I did get my new monitors today, and they need to be set up properly at my desk.

Then on Friday, I already have evening plans to take my boyfriend’s nearly seventeen year old doll of a sister out for a movie and dinner. That’ll be fun. During the day, I plan on going out shopping to pick up a few things I’ve been wanting to have to take with me for my trip to Washington, DC next week.

Did I tell you that already?

My employer is sending me to DC for some training. I fly out Sunday and land at Dulles in early afternoon… I’ll have time to situate myself and explore a little on Sunday. Monday through Friday I have classes/conference all day, and then fly home late Friday night.

I’m both terrified and excited at the same time. This will be my first big travel alone. I don’t much like flying, and I’m on little planes the whole way. Changing planes terrifies me, because I am the WORLD’S WORST navigator. It’s not to the point that I doubt my ability to get myself to the next plane… I know it’ll all be fine, but the experience of being in a strange place with limited time is stressful to me for some reason. It makes me nervous as hell.

Anyhoo. You better believe I’m taking my camera with me. Being in a strange place, alone, and not the most daring of creatures, I won’t be doing TOO MUCH exploring, but hopefully there will be some.

As scared as I am though, the change of scenery will be welcome. I could use some real me time.

Ooookay. Done rambling. Off I go.

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