The Chicago airport is always bustling with such romance. At the next perfect moment, you expect a handsome young man in a long coat to bump into a stunning young lady with a white scarf. She spills her coffee and he drops his keys. They both apologize and catch one-another’s eyes. The romance begins.

But that didn’t happen in the two hours I was there. But the airport was decorated nicely for Christmas. I bought a gingerbread mocha at Starbux to feel jolly as I boarded the plane. Now after a quick nap and a boring movie, I am about an hour away from Los Angeles. I’ve been on airplanes for 14 out of my last twenty-four hours.

It’s going to be very tight getting to the Inspiration Festival at Six Flags. I’m going to have to hop in the car and fly down to the event. I wish I could’ve been there all day to ride the roller coasters and hang out with everyone. But, hopefully there will be time to hang out with the teenagers before the night ends. Maybe tonight after it all Matt Maher, Mark, Dustin, Stephen and I can head out around town or go to the beach. Who knows? Maybe I’ll stay out all night seeing old friends. I can sleep on the airplane tomorrow on my flight back to Phoenix.

Monday I’ll go into the studio and stay busy. Then I’ll head out to San Diego for Thanksgiving. On Wednesday night I’ll be sitting by the fire with the ocean breezes lifting the curtains. Hey! The plane just dipped. Maybe we’re heading into Los Angeles. I wish I had something more interesting to write about. But I am just here. Sitting. Typing. Wanting to land.

BTW, here’s my inflight playlist:
Dave Matthews
Pete Yorn
Everyday Sunday
Matt Maher
Chris Tomlin
David Crowder