Another Day

Only 2.5 hours and we were finally able to board. I swear the day I try to get there just in time, I will miss my flight. Until then, I will do everything like I'm supposed to and always be there at least 1.5 hours earlier. It's okay, I can read - or watch everyone that walks by. I listen to my ipod and day dream. I put on this secret stare thing I have going for me and look people over, when in reality I'm just day dreaming about the past and a wishful future. Music makes me a tad bit reflective. I act as if I've been here before. All natural. All knowing. I pretend I don't care about where they are going, when in reality I'm all about deciding who they are about - who I am about - *please cute boy sit by me*

We walk down the plank and into the cellar door. You know how you stand there in the isle while everyone is trying to squeeze what they can't travel without in their upper bins? Well I was standing there a little unsure where to look. I scan the chairs for eyes that connect and I quickly keep moving. I first scan for cute eyes and see if they are any close to 15F. Of course they are not. I then scan for potential terrorists. Priorities first. This waiting process is actually a little awkward, but again I'm the girl with the ipod that doesn't really care. I care. I always see who is flying first class and I'm always a little judgmental. Then there is the overly excited flight attendant who feels obligated to comment on the weather. I spotted the boy who I sat by on the way down. I was happy to see he was already accompanied. However, thinking he would be excited to see me again, I decided I would be super friendly; I would walk by and touch him on the shoulder and say "Hi John." Instead he acted as if he barely remembered me and I immediately got this unemotional return of a smile and my plan melted into a quick hello.

Now the more awkward part - lifting my 40 lb carry on in the upper bend. Of course I'm all natural so I have to pull this off with complete ease. Everything is falling out of my arms and by some miracle my bag lifted and fit.

I knew it was windy in DC before we hit the ground. I'm glad they didn't make us pay extra for the roller coaster ride. Who knows these days, they charge $25 for needing more than doll clothes to vacation in.

The one day it's warm on the plane I have about 5 layers to compensate. I was ready to kiss the ground until the kiss of death slapped me at the door. I owe Sabrina everything for being there for me.

It was actually really nice to see my room again. I made my bed before I left because I like coming home to a clean house. I unpacked immediately and found a spot for everything new. I squeezed in between new, soft sheets - thanks to my mother - and after managing to make my feet warm, dosed off.

The alarm sounded horrible, but a shower was a must today. It takes me a few to accept that I have to give up the warmth and enter into the foreboding goosebumps. I listen to the radio and of course it's about screwy relationships. I blow dry my hair, try on my new bra, decide that I would rather be warm than cute and put back the dress for jeans. Still realizing I need to change my car insurance and buy new tires, I get into my Nissan and take off for the u-turn. 15 minute miracle commute and I'm sitting in the parking garage of 2020llc. I'm back.

Another day.