Sitting at the Sydney airport, it feels some what necessary to blog. Not just for the sake of blogging, but more because the reason I’m at Sydney airport in the first place, is because I’m about to return home from a blogging conference. (Although Krispy Kreme doughnuts is also a completely valid reason to be here.)
After much time (about 45 minutes) waiting for check in to open and attempting to draw forth at least one of the myriad of ideas I have received over the past few days, it seems I finally have something to say.
Not anything of earth shattering importance, but considering that both my writers urge and my bowels have been recently constricted, I’m just going to go with it.
And so, I present, random thoughts from the airport. (Brought to you by a sleep deprived brain.’
Random Thought 1 (RT 1)
It is completely possible to have too much meat in a kebab.
Some may totally disagree, but if you do you’re wrong. (;)) I mean seriously, a bit of meat/salad/balance is much better
Wipes are necessary for mothers as well as children.
Case in point.
Airports are a much better idea than McDonalds.
Not only because it’s far more necessary to be able to fly distances than clog up you arteries, but also because their free wi fi provides far more opportunities. Why blog with Maccas Coffee, when you can blog with Krispy Kreme.
When presented with the opportunity for Krispy Kreme, you must take it.
It doesn’t matter if you’re not hungry at all. Just do it.
And if they offer you a deal with two doughnuts, instead of one, that’s also necessary. There’s no calories if you don’t get to have it usually.
Airports provide great stretches for walking long distances.
Which is vital if one, you’re trying to achieve 10 000 steps a day, and two, if you’ve just eaten two Krispy Kreme doughnuts, and you don’t believe me that they are calorie free.
Celebrities must not read magazines.
Otherwise Tom might easily discover what Katie is hiding from him.
Does anyone actually run through the airport?
And not just to get to their gate before the plane starts its drive down the Tarmac, but rather to instead declare their undying love and affection for the person about to board the aircraft.
Is that just a myth?
Being told you have to work, the day after you get back from abandoning your family for four days, will make you cry.
Even if its just a few, hopefully hidden tears.
The trip back is so much longer than the trip away.
Home seems so much further away, and harder to get to. Even though you know you won’t be long.
It’s possible to be excited about going home, whilst also slightly apprehensive.
And to not understand why it’s possible, or why you feel it.