Falling with Style

     When you're so jet lagged that you lie awake in bed until 6 am, you do some crazy things. Like get in floor and do crunches. And yoga. And text everyone on your home time zone to complain. And finally, because British Netflix is much better than American Netflix, you watch Toy Story. 

       Woody was always my favorite character in Toy Story, but last night, half-crazy from jet lag, I felt a lot in common with Buzz. Buzz Lightyear is the new kid on the block. And when all the other toys ask if he can really fly, he just shuts his eyes, goes over to the ledge, and jumps. Can he really fly? Nope. But he's so sure that he can that by some miraculous turn of events involving hot wheels he soars around the room, lands in his feet and wins the day. 

     I'm sitting in Queen's Lane cafe in Oxford, wasting time until my can catch my coach back to London and move into my room. I ate breakfast, miraculously--my jet lag is such that my stomach growled all night and now I feel a little sick at the thought. 

Later today I'll have a place, with a bed to call my own and possibly a down the hall neighbor and the beginnings of a new adventure. This is a wonderful thing. No, I don't have everything figured out yet. No I'm not in this time zone or on this eating schedule. No I don't really know anyone (except Sally--thank God for old tutors nearby). 

        So for now, I'll just shut my eyes, jump off the ledge. Fall with style until the wind catches me.

Thanks Buzz.