Delicious Ambiguity

Each day we are born again. What we do today is what matters most. -Buddha
Greetings from Atlanta! Georgia. What an awkward state. I have been to every state on the eastern seaboard. Ironically Georgia is the only state in which I’ve never left the airport. As I made my way from concourse A to concourse E the voice on the speakers said “For those of you travelers just passing through, come back some day and see our beautiful city of Atlanta.” Challenge accepted. This morning I took off from Logan at 9am. I experienced a few drawbacks before I found my seat, 13A. First off, my bag weighed exactly 74 pounds, a weight Delta wouldn’t accept in their cargo. Here’s a shout out to my pop for fixing that hiccup. But really, how do they expect me to fit 5 months of my life into one bag?! We were delayed a half hour from takeoff due to ice and snow on the wings… Typical for Boston. Once down south, after my monstrous power nap, we were delayed yet again due to thunderstorms and tornados, a storm that I learned hit Alabama pretty hard. Shaking from the turbulence, I touched down in Atlanta at 11:30. Jackson International airport is pretty damn huge. I took a tram that looked more like a New York City Subway car 4 concourses down, swimming in people with southern twangs. After buying a $5 water bottle (yeah…… -_-) I got to my gate: E17, three and a half hours early, where I sit writing this. I can only anxiously sit here waiting for flight DL240 to come and fly me away to an amazing chapter of my life. But that’s after I text my heartfelt “I love you”s to family and friends before my transatlantic flight. Until then, I am twitting my thumbs and eating Smartfood and a grande hazelnut from Starbucks. Us Irish folk weren’t bred to be patient.

Greetings from Atlanta! Georgia. What an awkward state. I have been to every state on the eastern seaboard. Ironically Georgia is the only state in which I’ve never left the airport. As I made my way from concourse A to concourse E the voice on the speakers said “For those of you travelers just passing through, come back some day and see our beautiful city of Atlanta.” Challenge accepted.
This morning I took off from Logan at 9am. I experienced a few drawbacks before I found my seat, 13A. First off, my bag weighed exactly 74 pounds, a weight Delta wouldn’t accept in their cargo. Here’s a shout out to my pop for fixing that hiccup. But really, how do they expect me to fit 5 months of my life into one bag?! We were delayed a half hour from takeoff due to ice and snow on the wings… Typical for Boston. Once down south, after my monstrous power nap, we were delayed yet again due to thunderstorms and tornados, a storm that I learned hit Alabama pretty hard. Shaking from the turbulence, I touched down in Atlanta at 11:30. Jackson International airport is pretty damn huge. I took a tram that looked more like a New York City Subway car 4 concourses down, swimming in people with southern twangs. After buying a $5 water bottle (yeah…… -_-) I got to my gate: E17, three and a half hours early, where I sit writing this. I can only anxiously sit here waiting for flight DL240 to come and fly me away to an amazing chapter of my life. But that’s after I text my heartfelt “I love you”s to family and friends before my transatlantic flight. Until then, I am twitting my thumbs and eating Smartfood and a grande hazelnut from Starbucks. Us Irish folk weren’t bred to be patient.

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