At the airport

I can see my airplane out the window. Boarding is in half an hour. After a frantic search on couchsurfing.org, I began to realize that Munich is packed full due to Oktoberfest, and accommodation will be very hard to find. I wonder if this cultural event will go beyond beer and sausage in Bavaria, it's region of origin. So I may just hop on a train and leave Germany behind for Austria. Salzburg perhaps? I'll have an 8 hour flight time to ponder this, but without much info or pre-planning to help. How could I forget about Oktoberfest, especially when Chris Lamb texted me about it last week? The reality of my departure is sinking in, finally. Dharlene cried so much when Mr. Talebi picked me up. Why am I so calm? How is it possible that I slept so well last night? Detachment? Numbness induced by an absurdly material world? I said goodbye to each of my four cats. But I see all over my carry-on luggage that they're all partially with me. Will all the cat hair wear off my clothes after a four month span feline free?