Florida.
traveling without moving.
During times of travel, especially when aviation is involved, I tend to enjoy my brief time of vocal and mental solitude. It gives me time to unwind and focus mainly on self, and worry less about the remedial problems that flood my over-concious brain. However, in this life there are very few people that I wouldn’t mind sharing my persona & mental space with for a few hours, my family falling within this select few. Today I find myself traveling from cloudy Boston, MA, to slightly less cloudy Palm Beach, FL, sitting snugly by the side of my father.
I wont go on about this but I feel it needs to be said: I hate Florida. Too humid, too flat, too touristy, too many of the elderlies running – well, crawling – though the streets.
airplane.
At any rate, I am not going down there to spend my days gallivanting with the locals or scaling palm trees in search of nutriment, rather I am going to be visiting my grandmother and my oldest living relatives, my great grand parents (obviously, where else would they live on this fine planet?) I adore these people with all my heart (video coming up really soon, check back tomorrow), but I could do without Florida.
Toodles for now.
<3 Stebs.
