I overslept. Dammit. It’s about 6am and I meant to wake up at 3:30. I’m about halfway done packing and I am getting on a plane at 12:45.
Why do I always leave these things to the last minute? Ok, it’s gonna work out, because it’s gonna have to. One of the things I like the least, is being in my bed when I don’t wanna be. I don’t know exactly why, but sleeping when I could be awake just seems a bit silly to me. I’ll get this all done.I’m making pretty good headway on my room when I’m summoned downstairs by Rachael. Nicky’s dad is here to pick him up.
Oh damn, one more housemate down. I’ve seen such an evolution in Nicky during this year. It’s funny how long the group hug lasts when he gets going. For this guy who himself claims he’s “not a cuddly guy” I know he’s gonna miss us. I go back and forth wishing I could be the first or the last to leave. Right now I kinda wish I’d been the first to go. My second to last goodbye is tough.I finish packing with barely any time to spare. I realize that although I am “done” my bags are ridiculously heavy and I don’t have enough time to really help clean up and help Rachael mail Nate’s boxes. But I am really relieved to have the packing out of the way.
Man I am sooo lucky to have someone so great helping me. No way I would have gotten things packed if Rachael hadn’t been there. She was also sooo gracious when we realized there would be no way I could go to the post office with here and make my plane. I wish I coulda helped her out, but also it’s a big, fat, ego-stroking compliment when someone asks me for help lifting something heavy. It kinda sucks if I can’t deliver.We head to the airport and I’m trying not to think about the leaving too much right now. It’s not that difficult when I have the thought of missing my plane filling my head. It’s close. Take off is 12:45 and it’s about 12:00 when we get on the highway. What’s the worst thing that could happen? Well, I guess I could get an extra night in Buffalo. Not too bad… though it would cost me. We get to the airport at about 12:15. Props to Rachael!
I think in the car I made it a grand total of about 3 minutes before sporadic sentences that sound like “You know, this year has been good” and “I just want you to know how much I appreciate you” start to emerge from my mouth. Why do I suck at words so much some times?!?At the counter, I fork over 50 bucks for the extra 16 pounds in my checked bags. Ouch! The Southwest employee sternly reminds me no less than 4 times how important it is that I proceed straight to the gate without stopping. It’s 12:20 now and my plane is boarding so in my eyes… I’m right on time. Rachael walks with me pretty much as far as she can go before she has to buy a ticket. We hug and exchange our long goodbye before she has to leave. I take my bag but before I get called up to the TSA attendant I look back to see if I can wave goodbye. I can’t find her and I burst into tears. And then I’m that girl. It’s over I guess.
Rachael really went as far as she could before airport security really should’ve tackled her. I love that. I had been avoiding the tears as long as I could. I don’t have one of those TV cries. No. My eyes puff up like Kirby. I get a snot trail like it’s my job and my lungs get terribly confused. So… mission failed. As I step up to TSA I wonder if my cellophane emotions will get me through security faster. They don’t. I get to my gate just as they close the doors and I have to have southwest reopen them so I can get on the pane. Soon we’re in the air. Like I said, right on time.Bye.
8/11/10
