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After a long night of packing, saying goodbyes, and lack of sleep, I was on my way to the airport early in the morning with my amazing Arkansan host dad. I checked in, had something to drink, and everything was going as planned. BUT THEN, the day I had looked forward to for months quickly turned negative when I found out my flight had gotten delayed. When I got to Charlotte, I ran to catch my next plane, but I missed it, of course. I was sent to customer service, waited for about 30 min. in line, and was told I could try to catch the 4:00 p.m. plane to Miami. I was upset, but tried to keep it cool and wait until then. BUT THEN, I got an email saying they had cancelled that flight and that they had put me in an early morning (next day) flight that would take me to Chicago and then Miami. Since there was no word about my flight to Barcelona, I called the airline and they told me I could catch a flight to Philly, which was departing in 20 min., that would later connect me to a flight to Barcelona. BUT THEN, I ran and ran and when I got there, they told me it was full and there was nothing I could do. WHY!!!??! I kinda had a panic attack and called my parents and they helped me calm down. Finally, after waiting a long time, they told me they would send me to London and do a 7 or 8 hour layover. I didn’t care anymore, I just wanted to leave (…)
Once I sat on the plane to London that night, it hit me. I WAS GOING TO A NEW CONTINENT! I was on my way to Europe! On my way to a country I had never visited. And then ( this is a positive one “then”), I got excited again 🙂
The Anecdotalist 