So I thought it was a good idea to schedule a huge layover in New York in case I wanted to go into Manhattan to meet with a professor at one of the schools I am considering for PhD studies next year as I will be submitting applications in December and January. With all the exciting changes to air travel in the last few weeks and the joys of reclaiming checked baggage, I opted to not stress myself out (and potentially miss my flight to Ireland) and have stayed at the airport. As I am approaching hour three in the food court, I am really starting to question my decision not to change my flight. Of course, this gives me plenty of time to reflect and prepare for my venture into Ireland...
To back up a moment, for those who were wondering, I did finally decide to say some farewells before I left. As some of you know, I was sincerely dreading the continuous good-byes and really any good-byes at all. Sandrine was gracious and generous to open her home for a little goofy good-bye. And I made tentative plans with lots of folks that never came to fruition unfortunately. But, as one wise person said, I am not dying. And a year isn't too terribly long, right?
Back to the food court, some of the employees have started to look at me with either contempt or pity. It's difficult to tell as no one seems to be glad s/he is here. Did I mention it's cold in here? I am wearing my Giants hat, my Barnstorm sweatshirt, and am thinking of digging out a scarf. Maybe I should just hold my computer on my lap and let that trusty MacBook battery heat me up.
I will be boarding a 6 p.m. EST flight today for Ireland. After my exciting trip through security at SFO, I will remember to take my keys out of my pocket and to remove my laptop from my bag. For those who haven't been subjected to the weird air-spraying booth, let me tell you that you haven't missed much. Hopefully I am not already flagged as a person to watch. If I get stopped at the next security point, I might start to be paranoid.
Wow! I have at least another three hours until I can check in for my flight. I think I will try to find a hot beverage or a stiff drink to pass the time and to warm me up.
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Ah the air puff booth. When BJ and I went somewhere, I forget where, we had to go through those booths. Not so big a deal for us. But there was a family with a little girl, maybe two years old, behind us. The security officer insisted that the girl go into the booth by her self. As one of her parents was on the other side, naturally when the door closed, she moved to it and put her hands against the glass, wanting to be let out. Well this booth doesn't work if you aren't in the center, and you are certainly not allowed to touch the walls! There was much yelling and attempting to communicate with the poor confused kid before she finally stepped back, got puffed and was released. Sometimes I think whomever is in charge is either an idiot or a saidist.
can I tell you, megan, that I already miss you? I hope your flight went well and everything has settled.
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