I'm crossing that imaginary line in the middle of my continent into the States again tomorrow. It's amazing how much you have to organize flying from Canada to the States.
Flying used to be so different. I was talking with someone the other day who mentioned that there was a smoking section on the first plane he ever took. Now I have to go through my bags for any possible lighter, pair of scissors or mildly sharp object that I might have. And I just spent half an hour researching TSA guidelines to see if I'm allowed to bring vitamins on the airplane if they're NOT in their original containers. AirPAIN is more like it...