This Is A Journal Of Sorts

I will NEVER forget the day it was time for me to leave Seattle and come home. I wish it were because it was just so hard to say goodbye to my friends, but unfortunately this tale ends in a way only I could make possible.

I woke up late for the airport. Typical really. I may or may not have had a few drinks with the guys last night, and time may or may not have escaped me. I do remember seeing the first rays of morning light hitting Mt Rainier on my stumble home and thinking I might be in a bit of trouble. No time to dwell on past mistakes though. Up and at ‘em! Or something like that.

Everyone else was asleep around me so in trying to make as little noise as possible packing up, I managed to knock over a light stand and shatter the bulb - which was loud in itself. What was even louder was the noise I made slipping on an empty beer bottle sending it flying into the wall only to bounce off hit my friend square in the forehead. Much to my disbelief, this didn’t wake him. Impressive.

I managed to hastily get everything packed into my bag and was just about ready to go. Except for one thing - I couldn’t find my travel satchel. Now I know you’re thinking, ‘HA, what kind of loser has a travel satchel?’ Well firstly, that hurt; didn’t your mother ever teach you about not saying anything at all if nothing nice comes to mind? Secondly, it was a gift given to me by my grandmother before I left on my journey. She had been building up the excitement about my departing gift for weeks before I left. Here I was thinking it was going to something rad like a camera or a sweet Swiss Army Knife. So you can imagine my disappointment when I opened up the package to see a glorified pocket attached to a belt. My immediate thought was, ‘there is absolutely no way I can take this out in public if I value any of my dignity, let alone all the way across the world.’ The look in her eyes however said, ‘you are going to take this satchel, wear it everywhere you go, and you’re going to enjoy it dammit.’ So that’s how I got my satchel. But I digress.

Then it hit me.

SHIT.

Vague memories of the previous night all came dripping back at once (I would say flooding, but really, it was quite a stretch to remember).

I couldn't fit the rest of the story here which is bad, but I really think you should read it all....

Here is a link to it. Don't worry I haven't published it before or anything, and it's a clean link etc. Just read it, okay?

https://copy.com/aBiOUBhF74yF