i'd lived in american cinema for so long that it was like stepping into the movies for me i guess - there's an otherness and a mythic quality to the US for an outsider that i imagine you can't comprehend if you're american (similarly it's hard for me to understand why a lot of americans fetishise the cesspit of uncoolness that is england). also the size and the sparseness is really weird to someone who's grown up in the UK where everything's comparatively miniature and so damn cluttered, just existing in that space has a different feel to it somehow - i guess that won't be the same for pompey though. ofc, adding to my mindfuckery was the fact that it was my first time travelling alone and i'd flown out there specifically to meet a girl i'd been talking to on the internet for only a few weeks, who was also like someone out of the movies. that particular trip ended with me getting stranded in newark airport for over 24 fucking hours because of storms, in case you wanted one of the many reasons i hate airports.
i don't have any kind of phobia of flying and always found it p fun, but i read somewhere that to make it likely that you'd be in a plane crash, you'd have to take your average flight every day for 15000 years or so. that's a lot of years!