Heyyo it’s me. Cha girl. You know, the author of this blog… who for the past 20ish days has neglected her duty to tell you every minute detail of her life. Sry.
Anyway. To back track… I finished my semester earlier this month and spent the next few days not moving and or going up to the National Museum or the Royal Botanical Gardens where I have really sick volunteering jobs.
My mother came to visit me with plans to go to the Bothy, but Scottish weather had other ideas. We stuck around Edinburgh for a few extra days and took a day trip to St Andrews. I went to go see Star Wars with Tuva and Gregor and was not prepared.
I flew back to America with mom. We woke up early, got to the airport on time, etc only to have our flight to Newark delayed for two hours. This decreased our three hour layover in Newark from three hours to one and increased the panic as we landed in Terminal C, had to get through customs, over to Terminal B, through security, and to our gate in about an hour. A friend of mine once said that if she ‘believed in Purgatory the Newark Airport would be it’ as well as my father famously saying, ‘I would rather experience Soviet-style security again than ever have to fly through Newark.’
And my dudes, I wholeheartedly concur with these statements.
Just quickly, I’d like to discuss how airports are in general the worst. I mean this with full sincerity. Airports are the absolute worst. William Golding could have easily increased the drama and conflict of Lord of the Flies had he set his novel around being stranded in an airport versus being stranded on a island. Airports are a terrible liminal space which cause primordial instincts to kick in. They turn people into animals. I have seen some shit.
(If you need food you find a Starbucks. And because there are never enough chairs you sit on the ground and stare blankly at the 80s geometric carpet which is probably harboring all sorts of pathogens while you drink lukewarm coffee and eat a brownie purely for the calories because you slept through all the food services. Then you have to protect your belongings by lugging everything you own into a tiny bathroom cubicle (which you would think would be designed to be able to accommodate at least a small carry on?). And then after finding empty soap dispensers and no towels you return to find your spot on the cold hard ground taken by some other eye-glazed human who knows what they did and won’t make eye contact with you.)
But anyway, we landed with one hour to get through all the annoying gate checks. Mom took my carry on and instructed me to run and ‘hold the plane because I am not fucking staying at another hotel and I want to go the fuck home.’ Cheers mom.
And like I’m surrrrreee there are worst situations but running through an airport is pretty horrid. I’d like to formally apologise to the lady whose baggage chart I vaulted over… but my dude you gotta stay to the left.
We made it to the plane, I don’t want to relay any more of the trauma. I took my seat and for 3 hours and 55 minutes the row behind me was occupied by a man and his pet parakeet. This is not an innuendo, this man brought a live bird on this flight and even had the audacity to give this already horrid animal a squeaky toy.
Additionally, within the first hour the pilot had to make an announcement to the entire plane to remind us all that toilets in the lavatories, ‘do flush.’
But everything wasn’t all bad. By the time we arrived to Kansas City my dad was waiting at the arrival gate with the pack of salami and cheese I had requested. We waited for our checked baggage.
But eh, I’m back in Lawrence now.
I spent time with some friends from home and then time not leaving my house. My parents adopted another kitten… this one my dad found abandoned and nearly dead on the front porch. We named her Rey.
Christmas day was yesterday and Crosby woke me up way too early. Crosby and I went to see Star Wars again. Today was my Grandmother’s birthday. Tomorrow I’m going to go see Star Wars again with the entire family. Mom and Dad still haven’t seen it and I personally don’t think they’re ready. On Thursday, I’m headed back to Scotland.