PDX-YVR-BNE-AKL

As seen at the PDX airport. A reminder of what we're leaving behind.

Currently in the Vancouver airport waiting for the long flight. Our journey started today at 16:15 when our taxi picked us up and dropped us off at the airport. I had the day off, which was a good thing since I had a few last minute things to take care of, including boarding Lizzy. I'm going to try and not be a nervous cat dad sending his kid off to camp for the first time, but I felt so bad leaving her there.

I'll spare you the tearful goodbyes.

The flight from PDX to YVR was quicker than I remembered it, getting us there in only about an hour. It was a rather small plane, so I'm not sad about that. Right now, we're at our gate waiting for the 15-hour flight to Brisbane. We leave just before midnight on Friday, and arrive eight in the morning two days later. Saturday will not exist for us. But like daylight saving time, we'll make it up on the way back in a week.

Speaking of daylight saving, because we just left, and because they just started (it being spring down there), we went from 19 hours to 21 hours apart. Except the closer you get to 24 hours, the less time difference there is. So right now, they're three hours behind us… except tomorrow. If our flight leaves 23:55 on Friday, it'll be 20:55 in New Zealand, but Saturday. More or less like going from the east coast to the west coast of the US. Though, and especially as I get older, three hours is more than enough to throw me off. Hell, the one-hour difference for daylight saving throws me off for a week.

I'm getting old. And it's definitely past my bedtime.