Because, you know, I had quite the adventure and really could've done with bumbling class.
I managed to successfully get lost aboard a plane at Coolangatta, and then lost in both Sydney and San Francisco airports. I was stuck between two untalkative, boring types for the thirteen hour flight over the Pacific. I barely slept a wink on any flight and was too paranoid to sleep in an airport, and got about three hours of sleep total for the roughly 31 hours I spent travelling. The remarkable part is that I arrived at Kate's house feeling a bizarre combination of exhaustion and being wide awake.
Despite all the fun I had travelling - and my goodness, Chicago is bloody huge! - it was all totally worth it. I could not be happier right now. Have a good one, folks. I know I will.