Rhapsodies

So this was it after two weeks I’m heading home. We left earlier than the “be there with two hours” rule required because my Mom had to be back in Walpole by lunch for a lecture My Dad had been working on for the entire time I was here. Considering the stress Powerpoint’s… personality was giving him in that time, he definitely deserved Mom’s support.

So anyway here I am waiting at 9:30 in a relatively relatively empty terminal for a 1:00 flight. I entertained myself by looking for a payphone to call my possible ride. (As you recall my phone sustained severe mud damage the day before) Browse the tourist shops and draw fellow travelers.

When 1:00 came around I couldn’t help noticing that the plane was getting noticeably late, and since There was barely an hour between flights in Chicago I was started to getting a little worried.

The plane finally arrived about twenty minutes later and we were off. I spent the flight drawing, writing and worrying if we would get to Chicago before loading for my next flight.

We arrived in Chicago with fifteen minutes to spare. Unfortunately that amount was spent on waiting for a shuttle to my gate which was in another building separate from the rest of the terminal which was ten minutes wasted and when it finally came it was a tiny thing that I briefly didn’t think there’d be any room for me. To make matters worse there I was still a little paranoid about making a stupid decision after the last time. Finally We got there and there with a final sprint past twenty gates getting there five minutes before boarding ended.

The flight from Chicago went as well as a four hour flight can go, I didn’t get bored, and my legs were screaming at me that if I ever won the lottery they’d  never let me ride economy again.

So I finally got to the baggage claim happy the day was finally over (barring the lugging fifty pound back pack a quarter of a mile to the lite rail thing) and I enjoyed riding the new lite rail, but there was one last snafu to finish off the day…

I had heard that Metro was messing with the north bound busses to encourage everybody to use the new U-Dub light rail station, but I thought there were still some of the traditional options. After all my trip planner to the airport mentioned a few of them two weeks ago! When I got off at Westlake station however this turned out not to be the case but I had to lug the damn duffel bag to confirm this. So then it was back to the tunnel buy another ticket and take the light rail to the U-Dub and then take another bus to the Ave and stagger four blocks to my apartment.

Safe! I’m not moving!

So right now, I’m staying up relatively late to shake off the jet lag while getting a little bit of work done, fighting the personality my Computer seems to have developed after a two week nap.

All in all a greatest trip.