Hooray! My ticket is booked. After yesterday's little debacle, I finally broke down and bought a ticket. Although I'll more than likely have to work the street for a month, it's totally worth it.
I've been monitoring the Space A (Space Available) flights because even though living overseas does have its perks, it has its downfalls too. Like for instance, needing to fly home costs around 1300-1700 bucks. When we moved here, just my one way alone was 1700. Yesterday, I finally find a flight that hasn't been cancelled, miraculously am picked out of the 45 people waiting for flights (There were only 10 seats available). You're picked by category 2-6, lower number, higher category. I have to admit after hearing my name being called, I was grinning from ear to ear. I have been waiting for a flight for almost three weeks. I went up, paid for my in flight meal and waited for the call to go through security. Make it through security to sit down at the gate and rearrange my belongings, still smiling because "Holy shit, I made it through secur..."
"Attention ladies and gentleman, I regret to inform you that your flight has been cancelled."
A voice from our small group calls out "Is this some sort of joke?"
"I assure you sir, this is not a joke, the flight has been cancelled. It literally happened 30 seconds ago. I apologize for the inconvenience. It's no longer safe for passengers." What does that even mean?!
I don't let it get me down though, I giggled a bit and looked like a lunatic. Here's my reasoning for that though: any time I travel by plane, something goes awry so I always try to err on the side of caution. I could probably write a book on the subject matter. That sounds like I always think negatively but I've learned to go with the flow. Like when they lost my bags on the way to Idaho and I had to wear my male cousins clothes for three days. Three days! Which was incredibly awkward because I didn't have any underoos. I think he burned the clothes upon my returning them. Or the time I missed my flight by 5 minutes and they refused to let me on. How about when my charger broke on my phone, then my phone died and I got stuck at the airport bawling my eyes out. My first time using a bidet in Japan and my pants were soaked because I had no idea what I was doing. Or when I was stranded in Spokane with my uncle because of a snow storm...only to board the plane 2-3 hours late, taxi out and then taxi right back in because a woman who was spouting off something in a different language and running up and down the aisles having a major meltdown and had to be removed? Book material, I tell you.
I lugged all 90 pounds of my luggage back to the care, not without breaking a sweat though. I could see my car from the doors of the terminal and by the time I got there, I had a sweat mustache...which surprisingly enough, isn't attractive. I came home and bought a ticket. But not without crying out to the credit card gods and telling them that you promise the next blood sacrifice you make will be better, and that you may even include your soul. Then I napped for a few hours since I didn't sleep the night before. Why didn't I sleep? Because I'm like a small child excited for Christmas and waiting for Santa.
This is the first time since Zach and I got married that we will be separated for longer than a week. He's calling it my deployment since I'm not quite sure when I'll be back. At the risk of sounding gross and mushy, I'm going to miss him, a lot. Especially since he just made me a sausage and egg muffin sandwich and said "I'm going to give you a big slice of sausage." Those aren't jokes you hear around your parents and moderately well behaved family members often. Okay, well in my family they are but that's besides the point.
Well, that's it for this installment of Riley Writes. Washington, Idaho and Florida...I'll be seeing you soon.
Xoxo.
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