So it's taken me a few days to start this blog, mainly because I haven't sat still long enough to gather my thoughts. Plus, its been trickier than expected get past the initial anxiety of leaving a job I loved, packing my life in a tiny backpack and hopping a plane, with only part of my trip planned. Totally un-Sharon like, but I'm trying to embrace every moment.
Let me backtrack a bit - I arrived in Sydney, Australia a few days ago, via Air New Zealand - the official airline of Middle Earth. Holy Hobbits! The inflight safety video was completely Hobbitted - seriously funny with special appearances by Gollum, Sir Peter Jackson and even giant, hairy feet. And just in case you forgot where you headed, the inflight magazine features the history of all things hobbit and Middle Earth.
So the initial hobbit-shock gone, I settled in for the 13 hour flight. First to pick my movie....but wait, what is this? There is a remote control?? Handy, yes - but why exactly do I need a remote control to work on a screen that is a mere 10 inches from my face? If I stretch my arm out straight, I can practically change the channel for the person seated in front me.
So I grab the remote (yes, I did) and start cycling through the options....Lord of the Rings 1, 2 or 3...or a look behind The Lord of the Rings 1, 2 or 3....or a special sneak peak of The Hobbit....hmmm...maybe sleep instead.
