I Feel Like I Live On An Airplane

I'm back on another plane. As if flying for 22 hours a few days ago wasn't enough, right? This time I'm staying in the country. (Insert southern accent here:) I'm a goin' turkey huntin' with ma daddy and ma uncle. In Texas.

My dad keeps joking that I'm not going to know what hemisphere I'm in anymore. Let's not even get into time zones.

I think I would count myself as an expert flyer at this point. I should try to count how many times I've been on an airplane. Maybe that's what I'll do during this flight.

Or go through my 4000 Africa pictures. Or both.

Love, Erica