And this is just the airport...

Written in LAX after my flight got canceled and my substitute flight got delayed again and again and again...

• My American accent fits uncomfortably again.
• I bought a bag of BBQ chips and they didn't give me culture shock. Back to good ol' taste of American style BBQ.
• Sitting in a shuttle trundling along on the right side feels wrong.
• I automatically stand to the left on the escalator then remember that I'm back in the USA. So I awkwardly look around and indecisively hover around the middle.
• I miss Aussie and Kiwi and English accents. I miss being constantly surrounded by accents from all over the world. I think I also miss being one of the rare Americans (country and continent!) around.
  
• I still hate LAX with a bloody passion. Even after hating the Brisbane airport for making tired travelers pay $5 to get from the domestic to the international terminal. There's no other option. Cough up the money sucker. But that's not enough to push it above my hatred for LAX. Oh how I truly detest you LAX.
• The gift shops don't have aboriginal decoration themed itmes or kangaroos and emus or boomderangs and digeridoos. They have Oscar statuettes and The Governator t-shirts. Oh my.