Last Friday I went on a trip to visit my best friend. I was heading to Boise, Idaho to visit her. I have been traveling alone since I was 13 years old, so I really wasn't anticipating any major complications with this flight. I knew the airport that I was flying into for my layover pretty well, and I knew I was going to have a lot of time to find my connecting flight before it left. That was until it starts storming outside, lightning and all.

My heart sunk and it felt like I had a rock sitting in my stomach. When I heard the airline make the announcement that our flight was delayed I had no idea what to do. I frantically checked the flight status on my phone and it kept changing to later and later. Once the storms had dissipated they put us all on the plane, and at that point, I wasn't too sure I was going to make my connecting flight, but doors were shut so I was going to Denver no matter what.

It was 10 p.m. and we finally took off. There was no way I was making my flight. I sat there upset, and worried because I had no idea what was going to happen when I landed. We finally landed a few hours later, and my flight had indeed left without me. I walked up to the desk, upset and concerned and ask the flight attendants what there was I could do. Since the flight was weather delayed they weren't reimbursing me anything. They switched my flight to the next morning out, and I got stuck doing the very thing I was afraid of. Sleeping in the airport. It was cold, and very uncomfortable. I was not happy with this experience and it was definitely one that I could have lived without. I hopefully won't ever need to know how to sleep in an airport, but at least now I have done it once, so I know I could get through it again if I needed to.