I flew by myself for the first time yesterday.
Hugh and Luana got me to the airport and got me all checked in. My suitcase weighed 40 pounds - the fear of extra charges relieved.
Then I went through security. Stuck in line behind the guy who would smell really good if he hadn't overdone it so much. Axe is an art, gentlemen. Then to the screening. Shoes off, sweater off, pockets empty, belt off. I don't think I've ever been more self-concious in my life than when I was taking off my belt. I watched as the Newman of the TSA watched the X-Ray of my bag. Then a nice TSA lady took me aside and sent me back out on the other side so that I could empty my water bottle. So I dumped out all the water and went through the same thing all over again. At least I wore my Target Converse instead of my boots-much easier to put on.
After that came the long wait at the gate. My sweet tooth demanded a sacrifice, so I snacked on overpriced Red Vines as I read Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist for the umpteenth time. Then, all out of nowhere...
I find dear FHE daughter/loyal reader/good friend/wonderful person Melissa! Her tiny Frontier gate was right next to my tiny Jet Blue gate and her flight had just been delayed. It was wonderful to see a familiar face-especially one I won't see until the fall! (That is, of course, I find my way to Georgia or Melissa comes up here.)
The flight itself was nothing special. A few lights over Salt Lake, then darkness. Then all of a sudden-
The Valley outside my window. It was b-e-a-utiful. I had missed those lights. I missed lights in general-just a few days before the power had gone out in Rexburg. When we landed and I got off the plane, I wasn't cold. I was home.
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