JKT-SG-HKG-SF-DC

Perhaps sometime after we have arrived I will be focusing on feeling the rush. The uncanny calmness, the sudden tensity, the surging panic, the certainty that I will fail miserably combined with extraordinary confidence.
But for now I am just exhausted. Exhausted, cramped, dry, bloated, unclean, and unpretty. We have been travelling for... well, I'm not sure. Perhaps two days. We've crossed 4 airports, countless baggage checks, and a myriad of immigration officers. Friendly immigration officers, flirty immigration officers, hostile immigration officers, apologetic immigration officers, gay immigration officers (this is not prejudice! the guy was wearing make up >:o)...
And the Americans, they're funny. Strangers smile at each other in a queue. Say, "hello, how are you?". In a brief minute before boarding, before entering the plane toilet or before nodding off to sleep beside you in the cramped plane seats, they manage to tell you about their family, their favourite book, their plans for spring break, topped with an overbright "how are you?".
Amusing. And slightly intriguing.
Our final destination is getting near, and I can't wait to take a warm shower, and sleep on a warm mattress, while the winter is slowly dying outside.