By what was mainly my fault, I missed my flight last night. I do place a bit of blame of the 5 Jetblue employees (+1 Kiosk) who tossed me between their stations with all the slow moving displeasure of, well, something that moves slowly towards things that want nothing to do with it.
That being said, props to my dad for not disowning me then and there for all of the trouble I caused.
Instead he helped me find another flight to get on and told me to learn how to "get angry" more effectively. . . sorry.
It has now been right around 12 hours since I arrived at JFK airport, and I feel a bit like the guy Tom Hanks played in that one movie, although I am very aware of how good my life is.
My country isn't in rebellion causing me to be stuck between two lands, and there's no asshole making my life hell and following me around the airport in hopes that he'll get to arrest me (well, that I know of).
Events like this just remind me, if the worst things I've had to deal with this semester is spending the night in Terminal 4, well then my life must be pretty good. While I still have another 15 or so hours before I'm home, which makes me think I could have taken the Oregon trail and gotten there faster, it has thus far been a worthwhile experience.
Plus hey, I have been obsessed with Georgia lately, a little stop there may be fun.
You learn a lot from living in an airport, even if it's just for a while, plus if I had left last night I would haven't seen this crazy "end of the world" fog that has been engulfing the JFK premise since about 2 am.
It's thick, so much so that I could see it last night. More than that though it distorts the image of everything, making it look almost as if there was a blizzard going on. The weirdest part though, is that you can taste it. Not just feel the moisture, but you can taste the fog, and when you exhale you see your breath adding to it despite the fact that it isn't all that cold. Things to think about I suppose.
Birdy
