Going places. It’s always so exciting. It’s always an adventure. Places you’ve never seen and places that feel almost at home. People you’ve missed for months or more.
I went somewhere and you had no clue I was gone. I even wrote this log while I was away. Tricky.
At 6:20 in the morning I headed up to the airport. It was a lot busier than I expected and I kind of wished that I would have left a little earlier to catch my 8:30 flight. The bag check line was long. The security line was long. I still hadn’t had my coffee and I didn’t really want airplane coffee.
After handing over my suitcase, I raced to the security line. Then I got lucky: as I was standing in the line to get in line for security (yeah, it was that long) the guard announced that the other security line was practically empty. So, I used the long legs that my mom and the Lord blessed my with and raced to beat the stampede that was rushing that way.
Very few people beat me. Two, to be exact.
I waited patiently for a few minutes. Then a security guard came over to the rope, pointed at me and said “You, young lady. Come here.”
I wanted to scream “I didn’t do it!”
He said, “Who are you traveling with?”
“Go though the quick line.”
I got to keep my shoes on and my laptop tucked away in my bag. I didn’t have to get scanned. It was amazing and it was like a dream. I’d heard about this line before, but I had never seen it, let alone experienced it.
I had a half-empty plane to Grand Rapids, Michigan. When we landed, it filled up with people clearly not from the big city and people who tried hard to look like they were in the big city. I don’t have a problem with either population, but the ones who were trying to look like they were from the big city sho’ ’nuff were entertaining enough. Their sparkly shirts, tight jeans, and pointy shoes were nothing short of worthy of a laugh.
The flight to Denver was full. That’s not fun. But it’s not bad.
In Denver I gained possession of a brand new car! Well, not brand new. It had 3 miles on it. Apparently Avis had just gotten a new fleet of rental calls. I was sporting a bright red Chevy Impala. It had that new car smell and I felt so accomplished every time I got in the driver’s seat. It was like I had actually earned and saved enough money to buy something nice.
Well, 100 miles to Colorado Springs and I didn’t have any place to go. My sister was taking a final (which she rocked, apparently!) and my fiancé was at work (snooze). Clearly I went to Buffalo Wild Wings to eat fried food and drink beer. The good life.
Just a little while later, my sister treated my fiancé and I to dinner at the bar on campus. The she had to go study. As good as it was to see her – my sister and best friend – for the first time in 5 months, it was ten times worse to see her go after such a short reunion. But she had to study and I knew I would get to see her the next day.
It was an early night.