June 6th, The plane

  The Plane

 

 At this exact moment I am laying in bed, attempting to stay awake (excuse the typos). Today was full of teary-eyed see ya laters and long hugs I didn't want to pull away from. Though no matter how much I wanted to plant my feet into cement in that moment, I knew what I really needed was waiting in seat 11E. As soon as I walked through the doors of the plane I felt that all the emotions that were outside those doors stayed there and I was ready to take on whatever was waiting for me. Though what I wasn't ready to take on was navagating my seat. Seat 11E, simple enough, right? Wrong. I waltzed halfway down  isle, a line of people following me, when I realized I passed my seat way up front. I turn around and walk back up the isle, still lost, and sort of go into panick mode. I do not panick like most people, I don't explode into tears, I mostly just embarrass myself. So my brain forced word throw up out of my mouth and I exclaimed, "I have no idea what I am doing". I mean honesty is the best policy right? It's true, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. This was my first time flying alone. Luckily, no one was in too much of a rush and the lady behind me helped me find my seat (which ended up being just to the left of where my small outburst happened) and a tall French man helped stuff my carry on into the tall bins. 

The rest of the flight was long but not bad, I had a middle seat and watched a documentary on Harry Benson (one of the best photographers of all time). I guess I got into a documentary watching frenzie because after that first one I moved on to a documentary on The Guards Of The Unknown ( about the process the trainees go through to become a guard of the unknown tombs in Washington DC) and then finished with one on The Beatles, though my flight landed before I could finish that one. I finished my trip to Detroit with a nice conversation with a brown haired, middle aged lady named Terry about how the clouds look like the ocean or mountains covered in snow, later leading us to share pictures of our dogs then part on our own ways. Typical stuff. 

   My connecting flight was delayed about an hour so I got a bite to eat and sat down to charge my phone, not too far from my gate, though my back was turned. I had my headphones on and was deep in my cellular device when my dads text tone went off and I saw this: 

 

If my dad hadn't texted me this I would have, no doubt, missed my flight. When you think your parents are hovering too much, don't ignore them, they may save your flight. The short, one hour, flight to Newark was very emotion for me. Something catapulted hard enough to break through my cold heart and hit my sensitive string. Maybe it was the lights, maybe it was the sunset, maybe it was that I had barely any sleep today, or maybe it was just that I had to leave some pretty unique and genuine people this summer, some I'll never see again. So I let my self be sad for about 10 minutes then I pulled out my camera and took some sunset pictures from the clouds and walked out into Newark completely ready, for real this time. 

 

 

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