The day came too quickly, and it certainly lasted longer than I ever could have imagined. I went to bed the previous night dreading what a horrible day January 5th 2009 would be. I had no idea just how wrong I could be. Waking up that morning was not difficult, I didn’t want to annoy him by being late or taking too long so I made sure to get up on my own and get fully showered and dressed1. I was still a little late, and he did well not to get upset with me.
After I checked in, we had a few minutes to sit and enjoy a cup of2 coffee and prolong the inevitable. I’m not usually a sucker at airports, but I turn into a real blubbering fool when I’m leaving him behind3. We usually follow a long tradition of looking back and waving at each other while trying to fight tears in our eyes as I wait in line to go through security, but he ran out of there rather quickly this time. I was a bit sad, but the line for security was rather short so I didn’t have time to be sad for very long. To my delight my phone beeped signalling the beginning of the next tradition we carry out at the airport, texting.
I quickly bought some Butler’s chocolate to give as gifts to various people and headed towards my gate. Once there, I settled into a nice seat, put on my headphones, turned John4 on and started reading Angels & Demons5. I had gotten to the gate fairly late, but they hadn’t started boarding yet so about 10 minutes into my book I looked up. Sure enough, the flight was delayed. I wasn’t that worried yet because it had only been delayed by 40 minutes. Soon 40 minutes turned into an hour, then an hour and 20 minutes. I was going to miss my connecting flight to Toronto.
Sorry to do this to you, but its a long story!
Posts in this series:
Part 1: The holiday.
Part 2: The gift.
Part 3: The New Year.
Part 4: Flickr Friday: The never-ending journey6.
Part 5: Even the never-ending journey has to end sometime.