Home again

Yes, its been years. I'm sorry. I've been just so bogged down with everything.


Caution: This post may bore you! It's a detailed trip log (me rambling)


So, here's the wonderful recap of my trip home.


I went to sleep the night before at about 1:45AM (No, I cannot fall asleep earlier), and woke up at 4:15AM when my alarm rang. I was really confused, because it felt like I had not actually been asleep at all. Also, a good chunk of people in Bankus were still awake. Haaa


Andrew, was just awesome, and woke up to drive me to the airport. It was snowing, and there was decent accumulation. It was still dark out. We got to the airport, and I said goodbye to Andrew. It looked pretty busy inside. Luckily, jetBlue never has lines at their counter because everyone pretty much checks themselves in, and all they need to do is drop off bags. The first thing I noticed was that the gate agent who had checked my bag for my flight home on my last flight home at 11AM, was here at 5AM. She has long hours!


When I left the counter, I noticed something; a line for security. That's unusual, and I surely was not expecting this at 5AM, but for the most part, this qualified as a commuter flight for businesspeople, so I guess it made sense. The TSA crew also looked familiar, and seemed to be in a relatively good mood. I was prepared this time, taking my keys out of my bag, so they could not possibly be confused with a knife.


I cleared security with my bag only needing to be re-screened once, which is fine by me, because it is usually filled with electronics, and hard to see through things. And that was it. I went to the restroom to change into my Champlain sweatpants (which I did not wear through security because it would give them reason to pull me aside for a pat-down). 


I found my seat at the gate, and hung out with Fudge, my travel buddy, until it was time to board.
Following Ben-style travel protocol, I timed my arrival at the counter perfectly, and was the first person to board the aircraft after those needing priority/extra time.


We pushed back on-time at 6AM, but then had to wait while the aircraft was de-iced and anti-iced. It was still dark out, so I could not see much, but I had a general idea of where we were at the airport as we taxied towards the runway. I think this was the first time I took off heading South. Regardless, my take-off song was Double Vision by 3oh!3. I timed the song perfectly so that the first "na na naaa" coincided with the engines being pushed to full thrust. 


Even though I know the flight lasts just about an hour, I'm always a bit surprised when I realize how fast It goes by. My first indicator of our location was the Tappan-Zee Bridge, which is quite possibly my favorite bridge. We landed, and got to the gate pretty quickly. They switched the luggage carousels on us without saying anything, so I was waiting at number three, while they were over at five. I was pretty sure that they had been switched, but walking around would have possibly infringed on Ben-style travel protocol, because I would have lost the spot in front of the crowd where I was standing. 


Finally pulled my bag, called my dad, and he drove over from the cellphone lot. And that more or less concluded my travels. The end.


p.s. If you actually read all of this, I applaud you!


Here's a picture of Fudge: