I Hate That Feeling
Can you believe it? I couldn’t, but I guess I should because it happened, I am such an idiot. I can’t believe it, I am so lucky that I’m lucky…
I fell asleep, before packing, and without setting an alarm. I know, right, I am so ashamed, even as I’m typing. That feeling is worse than waking up late for work, I felt sick. I feel bad for those in my room, because I had to use my flashlight and just shove everything in my backpack, all the while saying “oh my God, oh my God, I can’t believe I did that”. I really hope I didn’t forget anything, and I am pretty sure that my souvenir is going to break since I packed so poorly. I still can’t believe it. My flight left at 8:45, so I wanted to be there by 6:30, so I planned on catching the aerobus at 5:30 to give myself a buffer since it was a bit of a walk, so I could catch the 6:00 one if I missed the first one. Great plan, right? I still can’t believe it. I woke up at 7:00. The guy at the hostel called me a cab, and explained my rush so I didn’t have to, he was so nice, but that still didn’t help the feeling. Luckily there was no traffic, since it was still pretty early, and there was no line to check in, and only a very short line for security. Again, I am so lucky I am lucky, because I was sure I was going to miss it. And you’d think I would’ve been more careful, especially after Dublin experience. I guess this just means I shouldn’t be going to airports by myself.
But by some grace of God, I made it, and I am on my way home. I still feel a little sick thinking about it, I kinda can’t wait to get home now. I mean I didn’t really get too home sick, but I think it’s just knowing that my fiancé is picking me up and I have a pretty good life to return to.
That’s one thing about traveling, it makes you extremely thankful. With every homeless person I saw, I thought, man I’ve got it good. I really am lucky… Waiting for me I have my favorite people, a beautiful country that I am proud to be a citizen of (even though I think we still have some growing to do), an awesome apartment, the best weather in the world, a pretty awesome job that I desperately needed a break from, an ocean without jellyfish, and a wonderful fiancé waiting for me to plan our wonderful wedding. I had a really great month abroad, I cherish each experience, even the airports, and I can’t wait to bring my enlightened views and aspirations back home to help change the world.
I really appreciate everyone who’s been following the blog, I know living vicariously through someone else’s travels isn’t part of your daily routine, so I thank you for the time you’ve spent reading and sharing my enjoyment. I hope I was able to inspire, educate, or entertain so your time wasn’t wasted.
In the words of our Irish guide…. Wander on…
