In my humble opinion, traveling is a key part in living a full life. I want to see the world and every single thing it has to offer. However, the feat of actually getting to Point A to Point B usually requires Points A.1, A.2, A.723, etc. before actually successfully getting to where you're going. But isn't that part of the fun? In my 21 years of life, I've been fortunate enough to travel a lot, so join me on my emotional roller coaster, because have you ever ridden alone? Me either.
Okay...do I have everything? Probably not...Lets take this too....and this too...maybe this just in case....oh I KNOW I'll need that.
Okay airport, I'm coming for you. (Even though it's 3 a.m. and I'm sleep deprived and you better have a freaking Starbucks.)
"Bye, mom. I'll be safe."
OH MY GOD at the line of people who need to check in.
Now look....ma'am, I know it's early and the last thing you want to do is check in all these people, but I'm faking this smile. So can you.
OH MY GOD at the TSA line.
Successfully didn't set off an alarm. Not a terrorist. You're welcome.
Which way is my gate?
If people are hogging all the power outlets, I'm gonna lose it. It's too early to deal with selfishness.
YAS. Window seat.
Seriously flight attendant, no one is watching you demonstrate how to put on that seat belt. Sit down.
No turbulence. Calm yourself. This is air-travel, not Six Flags.
-ZZZzzzZZZzzzz (in that tiny cramped space)
*bump* Yes. Land. One down, one to go.
Airport food is somehow more delicious and more disgusting all at the same time.
Ah metal bird, we meet again. Lets do this.
Yes, I will take those free pretzels.
OH MY GOD, I'M HERE!
Hurry up and get out of my way so I can get off this plane and get to exploring!
Walking off the plane like.. "Bish I've arrived!"
Which carousel is mine? Why does it take so long to get my bag?
*sees Zebra print suitcase* THATS MINE! Don't touch it!
Now to get to my hotel so I can lay down for like, 5 minutes. Or hours.
This is gonna be hella fun.
