I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane
*I wrote this on September 16th.
Here I am on the plane. Six hours to go, and after only three hours of flying we experienced ‘continuous moderate turbulence.’ And here it goes again. I was only afraid for a little while and the pilot assured us it was fine, just a little uncomfortable. Fine, I hope. Uncomfortable, definitely. I said a little prayer to myself, and I felt better, I just hope we don’t go through any more!
My mom and I caused a bit of a scene at the airport. I’ve been fine this whole month leading up to the departure, but when the time to really leave came, that’s when I start bawling like a baby right in front of the security gate. It was extremely difficult to walk away from my parents knowing that I will not be seeing them for a very long time. Lots of people gave us strange looks. What like no one else has ever cried at an airport? My chin was trembling while I was waiting to put my things through security and I was trying to talk myself out of having another break down. Once I got to my gate, I tried calling my parents, but their cell phones don’t take collect calls, but it’s probably for the better. I’ll call them once I’m in London and I think that will be easier.
This flight seems to be taking an awfully long time. I wish I was there already, but I still have even longer to wait and I also have to make my way through security, which should be an interesting experience.
I think I might try to get some sleep. They played Over the Hedge earlier, which was alright, and now the Sentinel is on, but I have no interest in seeing it - who puts Eva Longoria in a movie? Next they are playing Poseidon, I don’t know who’s bright idea that was. I know it’s a ship but who wants to see a movie about escaping a sinking ship while they are on plane? They should have shown Red Eye. I’m glad I didn’t get seated next to a handsome stranger, it could have ended up like that.
Someone keeps passing gas and it smells sooo bad. I wonder if they had the pot roast or the cheese lasagna. I had the lasagna and I seem to be doing ok, so maybe it was the pot roast. I don’t to point any fingers, but I have an idea of who it is. But I can’t be sure, and I think it’s better that I’m not.
It’s finally dark outside, I think we’re over Canada by now maybe. Hopefully. Maybe I can sleep over the ocean part and wake up when we are going over Ireland. I’m on aisle, but the couple next to me is nice, so maybe they’ll let me lean over. It can’t hurt to ask. I’m going to try to get some sleep and maybe dream about something wonderful. Like going to Wales.
Here I am on the plane. Six hours to go, and after only three hours of flying we experienced ‘continuous moderate turbulence.’ And here it goes again. I was only afraid for a little while and the pilot assured us it was fine, just a little uncomfortable. Fine, I hope. Uncomfortable, definitely. I said a little prayer to myself, and I felt better, I just hope we don’t go through any more!
My mom and I caused a bit of a scene at the airport. I’ve been fine this whole month leading up to the departure, but when the time to really leave came, that’s when I start bawling like a baby right in front of the security gate. It was extremely difficult to walk away from my parents knowing that I will not be seeing them for a very long time. Lots of people gave us strange looks. What like no one else has ever cried at an airport? My chin was trembling while I was waiting to put my things through security and I was trying to talk myself out of having another break down. Once I got to my gate, I tried calling my parents, but their cell phones don’t take collect calls, but it’s probably for the better. I’ll call them once I’m in London and I think that will be easier.
This flight seems to be taking an awfully long time. I wish I was there already, but I still have even longer to wait and I also have to make my way through security, which should be an interesting experience.
I think I might try to get some sleep. They played Over the Hedge earlier, which was alright, and now the Sentinel is on, but I have no interest in seeing it - who puts Eva Longoria in a movie? Next they are playing Poseidon, I don’t know who’s bright idea that was. I know it’s a ship but who wants to see a movie about escaping a sinking ship while they are on plane? They should have shown Red Eye. I’m glad I didn’t get seated next to a handsome stranger, it could have ended up like that.
Someone keeps passing gas and it smells sooo bad. I wonder if they had the pot roast or the cheese lasagna. I had the lasagna and I seem to be doing ok, so maybe it was the pot roast. I don’t to point any fingers, but I have an idea of who it is. But I can’t be sure, and I think it’s better that I’m not.
It’s finally dark outside, I think we’re over Canada by now maybe. Hopefully. Maybe I can sleep over the ocean part and wake up when we are going over Ireland. I’m on aisle, but the couple next to me is nice, so maybe they’ll let me lean over. It can’t hurt to ask. I’m going to try to get some sleep and maybe dream about something wonderful. Like going to Wales.
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