World Nomad Contest Winner Trip

Good morning. It's 6:12 am on day of departure and I haven't finished packing. I am all at once excited and terrified of leaving. Just barely getting my feet wet here, in our new hometown of Wichita, and I'm boarding a flight to leave and visit sites my eyes have only imagined. My husband convinced me to bring my "good" camera, insisting that the things we are going to be present for demand my amateur photography skills. So today it's just me, heading to Los Angeles, like a small town girl leaving home to become an actress...Mmm, I love cliches in the morning. I am fascinated to experience Wichita's airport; I love airports (except LaGuardia-which is a gateway to Hell and needs Buffy). Wichita is the biggest small town, where everybody drives like their ass is on fire, and eats out for at least one meal a day, are weirdly proud of their city's flag; and is just wonderful. It's quickly become "home". Yet here I am sitting on top of my carry on, leaving to listen to new birds, see sunsets later, and wonder just how much sand I can smuggle back between my toes.